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 Togo and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nils Olav to the dance 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Flash Fearless,
The Searchers,
Jacob Miller,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Reed,
Rosa Yemen,
Clear Light,
The Sonics,
Al Stewart,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Funky Four + One,
Slick Rick,
Josef K,
Liliput,
Cymande,
Little Man,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sandy B,
Rufus Thomas,
Loose Ends,
The Blackbyrds,
The Buckinghams,
Surgeon,
Quadrant,
The Mummies,
The Stooges,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Section 25,
Metal Thangz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
B.T. Express,
Quantec,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joey Negro,
AZ,
Yellowson,
Ludus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bush Tetras,
Wasted Youth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jawbox,
Pulsallama,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pantaleimon,
Suburban Knight,
Letta Mbulu,
Rites of Spring,
The Young Rascals,
E-Dancer,
Minny Pops,
Spandau Ballet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Man Parrish,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Lydon,
Livin' Joy,
The Kinks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.