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 Antigua and from Houston.
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 Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fluxion to the crunk 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
In Retrospect,
Patti Smith,
Colin Newman,
Darondo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Absolute Body Control,
Theoretical Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
Groovy Waters,
Procol Harum,
Brothers Johnson,
Sight & Sound,
Sun Ra,
Mad Mike,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Move,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fire Engines,
Gang of Four,
Icehouse,
The Count Five,
Jawbox,
the Sonics,
Little Man,
KRS-One,
Jacob Miller,
Cluster,
Sam Rivers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Funkadelic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barrington Levy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pantytec,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Mummies,
Shuggie Otis,
China Crisis,
Hardrive,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Flesh Eaters,
Juan Atkins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-Ray Spex,
Camberwell Now,
The Tremeloes,
Radiohead,
kango's stein massive,
Heaven 17,
Bob Dylan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Adolescents,
Gregory Isaacs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.