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 Cuba and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Q65 to the crunk 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
the Fania All-Stars,
This Heat,
Ituana,
Smog,
John Lydon,
The Electric Prunes,
Pylon,
B.T. Express,
The Music Machine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Piero Umiliani,
Joyce Sims,
Tim Buckley,
Nico,
Saccharine Trust,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Robert Hood,
Fluxion,
The New Christs,
Deepchord,
DNA,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
A Certain Ratio,
U.S. Maple,
The Tremeloes,
The Modern Lovers,
Rod Modell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultra Naté,
Moss Icon,
Yellowson,
Clear Light,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ronnie Foster,
The Beau Brummels,
Maleditus Sound,
Althea and Donna,
Boz Scaggs,
Desert Stars,
The Shadows of Knight,
Zero Boys,
Subhumans,
Camouflage,
Brand Nubian,
Davy DMX,
Sandy B,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tears for Fears,
Dark Day,
Buzzcocks,
Gang of Four,
Robert Wyatt,
Hasil Adkins,
The Evens,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eddi Front,
Gang Starr,
The Divine Comedy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.