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 Romania and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Joensuu 1685 to the disco 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Nas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Section 25,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Janne Schatter,
The Last Poets,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lakeside,
Stereo Dub,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hardrive,
Negative Approach,
Roy Ayers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Blues Magoos,
Tomorrow,
Public Image Ltd.,
Niagra,
Schoolly D,
Sugar Minott,
Slave,
Fat Boys,
Blancmange,
The Divine Comedy,
Dennis Brown,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Moss Icon,
John Lydon,
Arcadia,
Amon Düül II,
Ultimate Spinach,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Organ,
London Community Gospel Choir,
a-ha,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Happenings,
Camouflage,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Searchers,
Talk Talk,
Ossler,
Roxy Music,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Zeros,
The Moleskins,
Heaven 17,
Rod Modell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Velvet Underground,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Unwound,
Monolake,
Gang Starr,
Pere Ubu,
The Fuzztones,
The Five Americans,
CMW,
Subhumans,
Underground Resistance,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.