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 Solomon Islands and from Bologna.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Amazonics to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Bush Tetras,
Bootsy Collins,
Jawbox,
X-102,
Minor Threat,
Fugazi,
Skaos,
Loose Ends,
Lou Reed,
The Motions,
Ponytail,
F. McDonald,
E-Dancer,
The Angels of Light,
Sparks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ludus,
Newcleus,
Janne Schatter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barbara Tucker,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Warren Ellis,
June of 44,
Dead Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deakin,
David Axelrod,
Black Bananas,
Smog,
Bob Dylan,
The Pretty Things,
Babytalk,
Rekid,
Joey Negro,
Reuben Wilson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lightning Bolt,
David Bowie,
Nico,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Techniques,
Altered Images,
Audionom,
Aswad,
Eric Dolphy,
Suicide,
Dual Sessions,
Minutemen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Charles Mingus,
The Toasters,
The Leaves,
JFA,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oblivians,
The Star Department,
Depeche Mode,
Livin' Joy,
Slave,
Urselle,
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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.