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 Burkina and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Man Eating Sloth to the rap 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
KRS-One,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Bar-Kays,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pere Ubu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rekid,
Livin' Joy,
Royal Trux,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ralphi Rosario,
Fatback Band,
The New Christs,
Isaac Hayes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tim Buckley,
AZ,
Moby Grape,
Chrome,
Scan 7,
Echospace,
Magazine,
Little Man,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ice-T,
Audionom,
Television Personalities,
Camouflage,
Q and Not U,
Sun Ra,
Idris Muhammad,
D'Angelo,
Mo-Dettes,
Erykah Badu,
John Holt,
Black Flag,
The Fortunes,
Moebius,
FM Einheit,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Quantec,
Rhythm & Sound,
Zapp,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rakim,
Peter & Gordon,
Hoover,
Sällskapet,
Magma,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pierre Henry,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.