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 Colombia and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Pylon to the rap 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Man Parrish,
The Kinks,
Skarface,
Steve Hackett,
the Soft Cell,
Byron Stingily,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Red Krayola,
The Mojo Men,
Yazoo,
the Bar-Kays,
Harmonia,
Godley & Creme,
Davy DMX,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
JFA,
ABC,
Sexual Harrassment,
Depeche Mode,
The Five Americans,
Outsiders,
Eve St. Jones,
Dead Boys,
Marmalade,
Todd Rundgren,
Kurtis Blow,
Deadbeat,
Television Personalities,
Lakeside,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Whodini,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Harry Pussy,
Blossom Toes,
The Cowsills,
The Motions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joe Smooth,
Blake Baxter,
Tim Buckley,
Cybotron,
Sun Ra,
Hot Snakes,
Donny Hathaway,
Connie Case,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Wake,
Tears for Fears,
The Raincoats,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tres Demented,
Rites of Spring,
La Düsseldorf,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fuzztones,
Massinfluence,
Max Romeo,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.