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 Iraq and from Bremen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Sex Pistols,
Hot Snakes,
Darondo,
The Fall,
Khruangbin,
Harmonia,
Dennis Brown,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ludus,
The Victims,
Delta 5,
Cal Tjader,
Pagans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aloha Tigers,
James White and The Blacks,
Josef K,
Aaron Thompson,
Scrapy,
Rod Modell,
Matthew Halsall,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Monks,
David Axelrod,
The Busters,
Bush Tetras,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soulsonic Force,
The Vogues,
Kas Product,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fad Gadget,
Silicon Teens,
Man Parrish,
Bootsy Collins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Vladislav Delay,
B.T. Express,
The Litter,
Laurel Aitken,
KRS-One,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Technova,
Whodini,
The Cure,
Los Fastidios,
Barrington Levy,
Section 25,
Ultra Naté,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Stooges,
Kurtis Blow,
Mission of Burma,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
The Last Poets,
The Invisible,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.