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 Paraguay and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Freddie Wadling to the funk 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
EPMD,
Archie Shepp,
Grey Daturas,
Thompson Twins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joe Finger,
The Dead C,
Surgeon,
Section 25,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bad Manners,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Vogues,
Josef K,
Youth Brigade,
Lucky Dragons,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Leonard Cohen,
John Foxx,
Minnie Riperton,
Eric Copeland,
Moby Grape,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Germs,
James White and The Blacks,
Warsaw,
The Fall,
Silicon Teens,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Leaves,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pantytec,
Brothers Johnson,
Chris & Cosey,
Accadde A,
The Saints,
Man Parrish,
Easy Going,
The Dirtbombs,
Groovy Waters,
Monks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Faraquet,
The Blackbyrds,
Juan Atkins,
The Move,
Lower 48,
The Music Machine,
Mr. Review,
Rakim,
Howard Jones,
Warren Ellis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Divine Comedy,
Agitation Free,
Avey Tare,
Gong,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Blues Magoos,
Peter & Gordon,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.