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 Chad and from London.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Hashim,
Country Teasers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Inner City,
Au Pairs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Talk Talk,
Johnny Clarke,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Royal Trux,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tom Boy,
Cluster,
Cal Tjader,
The J.B.'s,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Henry Cow,
Kurtis Blow,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Byrd,
Eric Copeland,
Susan Cadogan,
The Associates,
Freddie Wadling,
David McCallum,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
ABBA,
Gastr Del Sol,
Basic Channel,
Rakim,
Kenny Larkin,
B.T. Express,
Visage,
Harmonia,
Nils Olav,
Average White Band,
Scrapy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barry Ungar,
Technova,
Junior Murvin,
The Selecter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Unrelated Segments,
Animal Collective,
Pantaleimon,
Moss Icon,
Sam Rivers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Can,
Ten City,
The United States of America,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fuzztones,
Rites of Spring,
Aural Exciters,
Severed Heads,
The Kinks,
Nas,
DNA,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.