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 Slovakia and from Cairo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Alice Coltrane to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Livin' Joy,
The Red Krayola,
Nico,
Kaleidoscope,
The Monochrome Set,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gabor Szabo,
Visage,
Johnny Clarke,
The Standells,
Piero Umiliani,
Popol Vuh,
The Blues Magoos,
Mo-Dettes,
Eric Copeland,
John Foxx,
Ponytail,
MDC,
The Invisible,
The Last Poets,
John Coltrane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ituana,
Arthur Verocai,
The United States of America,
Cameo,
PIL,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Pretty Things,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Isaac Hayes,
John Cale,
Faraquet,
The Angels of Light,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Desert Stars,
Pulsallama,
Blake Baxter,
Pere Ubu,
Jerry's Kids,
Public Image Ltd.,
Altered Images,
These Immortal Souls,
Warsaw,
David Axelrod,
Gichy Dan,
the Human League,
Jesper Dahlback,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gladiators,
Deakin,
The Searchers,
Reuben Wilson,
Donny Hathaway,
Glambeats Corp.,
Moss Icon,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.