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 Tanzania 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Livin' Joy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Glenn Branca,
Half Japanese,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Birthday Party,
The Standells,
Sam Rivers,
The Red Krayola,
Ultimate Spinach,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Busters,
The Kinks,
Ituana,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Duran Duran,
Rites of Spring,
Magma,
Roger Hodgson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wasted Youth,
Pere Ubu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joey Negro,
The Gladiators,
Crispian St. Peters,
Echospace,
Alton Ellis,
The American Breed,
Cheater Slicks,
The Litter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
June Days,
The Barracudas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Silicon Teens,
Sun City Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
Chris & Cosey,
Stiv Bators,
Man Parrish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rekid,
Delta 5,
Funkadelic,
Rufus Thomas,
The Zeros,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sixth Finger,
The Slackers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Letta Mbulu,
Ken Boothe,
Khruangbin,
David McCallum,
Nils Olav,
The Dead C,
Soft Cell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yusef Lateef,
Fluxion,
The Electric Prunes,
Massinfluence,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.