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 Algeria and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Hardrive to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Bootsy Collins,
Flash Fearless,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cramps,
Rufus Thomas,
Byron Stingily,
Drexciya,
Barbara Tucker,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Whodini,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Animal Collective,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fear,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Mojo Men,
Eurythmics,
China Crisis,
Kurtis Blow,
Sonic Youth,
The Young Rascals,
Pussy Galore,
Neu!,
The Buckinghams,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tubeway Army,
Joe Smooth,
Kerri Chandler,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Juan Atkins,
Roy Ayers,
Funkadelic,
Simply Red,
Mr. Review,
Smog,
Main Source,
MDC,
Model 500,
Gabor Szabo,
Aaron Thompson,
Davy DMX,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moebius,
Black Sheep,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alice Coltrane,
Scan 7,
EPMD,
Monolake,
Dennis Brown,
Los Fastidios,
ABC,
Harmonia,
Marvin Gaye,
Second Layer,
Fluxion,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ossler,
Unrelated Segments,
In Retrospect,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.