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 South Sudan and from London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Liaisons Dangereuses 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
cv313,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grey Daturas,
Henry Cow,
Bronski Beat,
Stockholm Monsters,
Smog,
Kas Product,
Neu!,
Spoonie Gee,
Ice-T,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marc Almond,
Bush Tetras,
Dark Day,
Sam Rivers,
Fatback Band,
New Age Steppers,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Alarm Clocks,
Oneida,
Oblivians,
Ultravox,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bad Manners,
Robert Görl,
MDC,
The Leaves,
John Lydon,
Suburban Knight,
Donny Hathaway,
The Busters,
Dual Sessions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bluetip,
Ronan,
Thompson Twins,
Television Personalities,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Wyatt,
Amon Düül II,
Adolescents,
The Trojans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Von Mondo,
Scott Walker,
Crooked Eye,
Big Daddy Kane,
Negative Approach,
Jimmy McGriff,
ABC,
Talk Talk,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bill Near,
This Heat,
Icehouse,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Standells,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.