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 Dominica and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes 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 The United States of America to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
PIL,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sugar Minott,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Boz Scaggs,
In Retrospect,
Marc Almond,
Motorama,
Girls At Our Best!,
Funkadelic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sandy B,
Crash Course in Science,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rites of Spring,
The J.B.'s,
Con Funk Shun,
Anakelly,
Nation of Ulysses,
DNA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Morten Harket,
Tom Boy,
Monolake,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minutemen,
Soft Cell,
Minny Pops,
Wally Richardson,
Delta 5,
The Mummies,
Rufus Thomas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Guru Guru,
Alison Limerick,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Misunderstood,
Sam Rivers,
Infiniti,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Happenings,
The Monochrome Set,
Vainqueur,
Todd Rundgren,
The United States of America,
Carl Craig,
The Knickerbockers,
Lindisfarne,
Johnny Clarke,
Reagan Youth,
Dawn Penn,
The Young Rascals,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.