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 Yemen and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 The Sisters of Mercy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood 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?
Kayak,
Rosa Yemen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Harry Pussy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eve St. Jones,
Rekid,
Wasted Youth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jeff Mills,
Todd Rundgren,
In Retrospect,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brass Construction,
Technova,
Joyce Sims,
The J.B.'s,
Model 500,
KRS-One,
E-Dancer,
the Soft Cell,
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed,
Ossler,
Davy DMX,
Funkadelic,
Tubeway Army,
Hardrive,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Al Stewart,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Vainqueur,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ituana,
Connie Case,
Bob Dylan,
Freddie Wadling,
These Immortal Souls,
Matthew Bourne,
Mission of Burma,
Angry Samoans,
The Cramps,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wings,
Warsaw,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Derrick Morgan,
Lalann,
The Angels of Light,
Monolake,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pulsallama,
Anakelly,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sex Pistols,
Kerri Chandler,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.