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 Nauru and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mars to the jazz 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mandrill,
LL Cool J,
The J.B.'s,
X-101,
Groovy Waters,
The Knickerbockers,
Funkadelic,
Guru Guru,
Cal Tjader,
Juan Atkins,
cv313,
Maleditus Sound,
The Seeds,
Ken Boothe,
Pantytec,
MDC,
Visage,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rotary Connection,
Joe Finger,
The Remains,
The Human League,
The Monks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tommy Roe,
the Association,
The Golliwogs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Traffic Nightmare,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
Dorothy Ashby,
Iggy Pop,
Sun Ra,
Alton Ellis,
Ronan,
Gang of Four,
Television,
Robert Wyatt,
The Electric Prunes,
Joy Division,
Skaos,
The Modern Lovers,
Kerri Chandler,
Erasure,
Peter and Kerry,
X-102,
the Normal,
Warsaw,
Rod Modell,
Ornette Coleman,
Chrome,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wolf Eyes,
Blancmange,
The New Christs,
The Birthday Party,
Jerry's Kids,
Absolute Body Control,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.