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 Cambodia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Duran Duran,
Eurythmics,
These Immortal Souls,
David McCallum,
Lower 48,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fuzztones,
Arcadia,
The Cramps,
Black Moon,
Little Man,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Reagan Youth,
Darondo,
The Martian,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lungfish,
T.S.O.L.,
Mars,
Godley & Creme,
Interpol,
Arthur Verocai,
Camberwell Now,
Gang Green,
Mission of Burma,
Supertramp,
Masters at Work,
Altered Images,
Janne Schatter,
CMW,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hashim,
Anthony Braxton,
The J.B.'s,
Talk Talk,
Visage,
Minnie Riperton,
Mantronix,
Royal Trux,
Steve Hackett,
Flash Fearless,
The Sound,
The Searchers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Clear Light,
The Five Americans,
Desert Stars,
Judy Mowatt,
Robert Wyatt,
Aaron Thompson,
R.M.O.,
MC5,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eden Ahbez,
The Move,
Marvin Gaye,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.