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 Mauritius and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Sunsets and Hearts 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Nas,
Nick Fraelich,
Girls At Our Best!,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Echospace,
Faust,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Section 25,
Delta 5,
MDC,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Television Personalities,
Ituana,
F. McDonald,
Flipper,
Toni Rubio,
Pole,
Lucky Dragons,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pylon,
Patti Smith,
Dorothy Ashby,
UT,
Fear,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barbara Tucker,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Yellowson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Evens,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Loose Ends,
Skriet,
The Golliwogs,
Kas Product,
Jacques Brel,
Pantaleimon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Heaven 17,
Visage,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dead Boys,
Pantytec,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Panda Bear,
These Immortal Souls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eurythmics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cure,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grey Daturas,
Japan,
Suburban Knight,
Arab on Radar,
Hashim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.