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 Chile and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 Soul Sonic Force to the jazz 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Television,
Stetsasonic,
Blossom Toes,
The Star Department,
The Gladiators,
Technova,
Prince Buster,
Agitation Free,
Aswad,
Pharoah Sanders,
Theoretical Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Altered Images,
Alison Limerick,
Cybotron,
Sugar Minott,
Flamin' Groovies,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Glambeats Corp.,
X-Ray Spex,
Deepchord,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Loose Ends,
Desert Stars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Todd Terry,
The Fuzztones,
R.M.O.,
Unrelated Segments,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grandmaster Flash,
Zero Boys,
The Last Poets,
The Gap Band,
Ten City,
Mad Mike,
The Grass Roots,
The Walker Brothers,
Arab on Radar,
Black Flag,
Lebanon Hanover,
Radio Birdman,
Young Marble Giants,
Mo-Dettes,
Organ,
Bronski Beat,
Iggy Pop,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Red Krayola,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hasil Adkins,
Boredoms,
The Five Americans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Green,
Rites of Spring,
Ponytail,
Kaleidoscope,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.