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 Samoa and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 New York Dolls to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Hoover,
Urselle,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Piero Umiliani,
The Birthday Party,
Nico,
Faust,
Eli Mardock,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Young Rascals,
The Seeds,
Carl Craig,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Malaria!,
Marc Almond,
Moby Grape,
Sällskapet,
The Standells,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Smoke,
Hashim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Country Teasers,
Cecil Taylor,
The Last Poets,
Ultra Naté,
Agitation Free,
The American Breed,
Japan,
The Velvet Underground,
Yaz,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deakin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Liliput,
ABC,
Black Pus,
The Monochrome Set,
Tim Buckley,
Suicide,
Joe Finger,
Yellowson,
The Electric Prunes,
Young Marble Giants,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marmalade,
Aural Exciters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Michelle Simonal,
The Wake,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Girls At Our Best!,
H. Thieme,
Crime,
Blossom Toes,
Hot Snakes,
The Pretty Things,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.