Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Japan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Los Fastidios to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Stetsasonic,
The Mojo Men,
The Cramps,
The Happenings,
Delta 5,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Outsiders,
Ohio Players,
Zero Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
Deepchord,
Talk Talk,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jacques Brel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Moody Blues,
Marmalade,
Moss Icon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Y Pants,
48th St. Collective,
Hot Snakes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Starr,
Pussy Galore,
Icehouse,
Anakelly,
Von Mondo,
Erasure,
Byron Stingily,
B.T. Express,
The Pretty Things,
Moebius,
Excepter,
Magma,
Public Enemy,
Skaos,
The Walker Brothers,
Infiniti,
Connie Case,
Isaac Hayes,
Kurtis Blow,
Amon Düül II,
Crooked Eye,
Moby Grape,
Kas Product,
Albert Ayler,
Q and Not U,
Derrick May,
Ronan,
the Normal,
Masters at Work,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eve St. Jones,
Pole,
Con Funk Shun,
The Skatalites,
Ronnie Foster,
Tomorrow,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.