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 Belarus and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 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 Dennis Brown to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Iggy Pop,
Lalann,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Subhumans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Man Eating Sloth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Slackers,
The Dirtbombs,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeru the Damaja,
Japan,
Warsaw,
The Walker Brothers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brothers Johnson,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Techniques,
John Holt,
MC5,
Kerri Chandler,
Soulsonic Force,
Chris Corsano,
Parry Music,
Amon Düül II,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pussy Galore,
Stetsasonic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
PIL,
Cluster,
X-101,
Kas Product,
The Vogues,
The Cramps,
Pet Shop Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
Alice Coltrane,
Motorama,
Grauzone,
The Golliwogs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sight & Sound,
Minny Pops,
Delta 5,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric Copeland,
Technova,
Franke,
Cecil Taylor,
Archie Shepp,
Smog,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bill Wells,
Roxette,
Lightning Bolt,
Pantytec,
Ronnie Foster,
Alton Ellis,
Ice-T,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.