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 Kiribati and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the rap 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
EPMD,
The Happenings,
Whodini,
X-Ray Spex,
Trumans Water,
Pharoah Sanders,
Donny Hathaway,
Matthew Halsall,
Pierre Henry,
The Angels of Light,
Adolescents,
Model 500,
a-ha,
Aural Exciters,
DJ Sneak,
The Standells,
Slave,
Brothers Johnson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
This Heat,
Curtis Mayfield,
New York Dolls,
The Blues Magoos,
Fear,
The Sound,
Magma,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Human League,
Schoolly D,
Isaac Hayes,
Arthur Verocai,
Fugazi,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Tremeloes,
Amon Düül II,
Smog,
Colin Newman,
H. Thieme,
Sight & Sound,
Pylon,
Wire,
Roy Ayers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Interpol,
The Seeds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Icehouse,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Red Krayola,
The Moleskins,
Chrome,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Reagan Youth,
June Days,
New Order,
Harry Pussy,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Pretty Things,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.