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 Jamaica and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Unrelated Segments to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan 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?
Slick Rick,
Cybotron,
F. McDonald,
MC5,
Jandek,
The Misunderstood,
Oneida,
The Fugs,
Gichy Dan,
Fat Boys,
Joyce Sims,
Pulsallama,
Kayak,
Judy Mowatt,
The Beau Brummels,
China Crisis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lungfish,
The Searchers,
The Fire Engines,
Q65,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Red Krayola,
Gong,
World's Most,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scott Walker,
CMW,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sonic Youth,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Foxx,
Bad Manners,
Essential Logic,
Jimmy McGriff,
X-102,
Sandy B,
Kevin Saunderson,
Model 500,
Brothers Johnson,
the Association,
the Swans,
Wings,
A Certain Ratio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Blossom Toes,
Ice-T,
Index,
Terry Callier,
Bang On A Can,
Simply Red,
Franke,
The New Christs,
Darondo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Sherman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Newcleus,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.