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 Burkina and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
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 linndrum 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 Accadde A to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Sandy B,
cv313,
Television,
The Human League,
Curtis Mayfield,
Godley & Creme,
Sugar Minott,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Quando Quango,
The Fortunes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Suicide,
The Sonics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
La Düsseldorf,
Alton Ellis,
Sparks,
Cecil Taylor,
Subhumans,
the Bar-Kays,
Scientists,
Bob Dylan,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric Copeland,
Scan 7,
Jawbox,
Main Source,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mandrill,
Bizarre Inc.,
Al Stewart,
Stiv Bators,
Eve St. Jones,
Gong,
Kas Product,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mo-Dettes,
Bauhaus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Livin' Joy,
Rekid,
Gang Starr,
Interpol,
The Martian,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lungfish,
Bobby Sherman,
Mantronix,
Scion,
Letta Mbulu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Saccharine Trust,
Franke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marvin Gaye,
Eddi Front,
Harpers Bizarre,
Maurizio,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.