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 Micronesia and from Bremen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the crunk 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Janne Schatter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barry Ungar,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Lydon,
Buzzcocks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Quando Quango,
The Monks,
Crash Course in Science,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rakim,
The United States of America,
Black Pus,
Cymande,
The Searchers,
Steve Hackett,
Mantronix,
Nirvana,
Minny Pops,
The Kinks,
The Modern Lovers,
Electric Prunes,
ABBA,
Junior Murvin,
Underground Resistance,
U.S. Maple,
X-Ray Spex,
Eve St. Jones,
The Standells,
The Seeds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Das Ding,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Tremeloes,
The Buckinghams,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Archie Shepp,
Slick Rick,
Metal Thangz,
Animal Collective,
Fatback Band,
Bang On A Can,
Rufus Thomas,
the Sonics,
Marcia Griffiths,
Accadde A,
The Young Rascals,
Intrusion,
Hoover,
Lightning Bolt,
Average White Band,
The Golliwogs,
World's Most,
Joyce Sims,
the Association,
John Holt,
Livin' Joy,
Flash Fearless,
The Skatalites,
David Axelrod,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.