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 Laos and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 Susan Cadogan to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lightning Bolt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sight & Sound,
Kas Product,
The Pop Group,
Anakelly,
Von Mondo,
Public Enemy,
Sun City Girls,
Monks,
Bill Wells,
Joey Negro,
Tom Boy,
Stiv Bators,
Jacques Brel,
Pet Shop Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
Japan,
Wally Richardson,
Minor Threat,
Fugazi,
Fatback Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Slits,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fuzztones,
Lakeside,
Susan Cadogan,
The Misunderstood,
Maurizio,
Duran Duran,
Underground Resistance,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Schoolly D,
Cybotron,
Outsiders,
Vladislav Delay,
Masters at Work,
Soul II Soul,
Anthony Braxton,
Pantytec,
Easy Going,
Severed Heads,
Danielle Patucci,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang Green,
Quando Quango,
X-102,
Soulsonic Force,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Count Five,
Matthew Bourne,
Rekid,
David Axelrod,
Shuggie Otis,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.