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 Guatemala and from Portland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Lou Reed 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
MC5,
Second Layer,
The Five Americans,
Moebius,
Toni Rubio,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Motions,
Sugar Minott,
Liliput,
Franke,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grandmaster Flash,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lyres,
The Fall,
The Last Poets,
Jandek,
cv313,
Lungfish,
Essential Logic,
Slick Rick,
Motorama,
The Pretty Things,
Robert Hood,
CMW,
Rotary Connection,
Bush Tetras,
The Residents,
Tim Buckley,
KRS-One,
Shuggie Otis,
Lucky Dragons,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eve St. Jones,
The Invisible,
Cluster,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eric Dolphy,
Animal Collective,
Brick,
Bizarre Inc.,
Amon Düül II,
Symarip,
Banda Bassotti,
Soft Cell,
Saccharine Trust,
The Grass Roots,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Byrd,
Radiopuhelimet,
Circle Jerks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grauzone,
Erykah Badu,
Young Marble Giants,
Judy Mowatt,
Marc Almond,
Desert Stars,
Eddi Front,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.