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 Djibouti and from London.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 Todd Rundgren to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
The J.B.'s,
The Barracudas,
KRS-One,
Black Bananas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roy Ayers,
Theoretical Girls,
Blossom Toes,
Yusef Lateef,
Nas,
One Last Wish,
Quando Quango,
The Shadows of Knight,
Johnny Osbourne,
Blake Baxter,
Metal Thangz,
Public Image Ltd.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nation of Ulysses,
Inner City,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cramps,
Pylon,
X-Ray Spex,
Sonic Youth,
Lightning Bolt,
Motorama,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Sonics,
Bobby Womack,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Organ,
Bobby Byrd,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Interpol,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sparks,
Hardrive,
New York Dolls,
Vainqueur,
The Cowsills,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hot Snakes,
The Victims,
Das Ding,
Cecil Taylor,
The Human League,
Drexciya,
Slick Rick,
Flipper,
The Motions,
Adolescents,
cv313,
Half Japanese,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Arab on Radar,
Reuben Wilson,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.