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 Belize and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
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 Captain Beefheart 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 UT to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Porter Ricks,
Dead Boys,
The Searchers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott Heron,
A Certain Ratio,
The New Christs,
Blossom Toes,
Swell Maps,
KRS-One,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aswad,
The Cure,
Crispian St. Peters,
Archie Shepp,
Vladislav Delay,
The Moody Blues,
Terry Callier,
Minnie Riperton,
Bootsy Collins,
Model 500,
Rosa Yemen,
Sight & Sound,
EPMD,
Severed Heads,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nirvana,
New Age Steppers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultravox,
Joe Smooth,
The Remains,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Raincoats,
Warsaw,
Rufus Thomas,
New York Dolls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang of Four,
Amon Düül II,
Y Pants,
Sonny Sharrock,
Thee Headcoats,
Tim Buckley,
T. Rex,
James White and The Blacks,
Dave Gahan,
Jandek,
Bill Near,
Matthew Halsall,
Kayak,
Hashim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Japan,
Rites of Spring,
Junior Murvin,
Black Moon,
Isaac Hayes,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.