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 Mauritania and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 Duran Duran to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Holt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moby Grape,
The Names,
Mantronix,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
B.T. Express,
Hardrive,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
MC5,
Marshall Jefferson,
Supertramp,
Monolake,
The Motions,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aswad,
Monks,
Minnie Riperton,
Rekid,
MDC,
Brothers Johnson,
Archie Shepp,
Popol Vuh,
Procol Harum,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marc Almond,
Rapeman,
Babytalk,
Ten City,
Todd Terry,
Los Fastidios,
Rod Modell,
Tres Demented,
Agitation Free,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Zeros,
Dennis Brown,
Nico,
Inner City,
Erykah Badu,
Sixth Finger,
Public Image Ltd.,
Swell Maps,
Clear Light,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Reed,
Scan 7,
Pere Ubu,
Banda Bassotti,
This Heat,
China Crisis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Whodini,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lower 48,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neu!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The New Christs,
Black Pus,
Simply Red,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.