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 Malawi and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 Tommy Roe to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Lalo Schifrin,
Thee Headcoats,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Young Rascals,
Cameo,
Niagra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
MDC,
Stiv Bators,
Duran Duran,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gladiators,
Ken Boothe,
Freddie Wadling,
The Litter,
John Coltrane,
Siglo XX,
Los Fastidios,
Urselle,
Young Marble Giants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kerri Chandler,
Joy Division,
Thompson Twins,
R.M.O.,
Desert Stars,
Ronan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
David Bowie,
Ponytail,
Big Daddy Kane,
This Heat,
Soft Cell,
The Mummies,
The Detroit Cobras,
Leonard Cohen,
Scrapy,
Juan Atkins,
Moby Grape,
Mandrill,
Bauhaus,
Boredoms,
a-ha,
The Moleskins,
Colin Newman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Steve Hackett,
Echospace,
Liliput,
Derrick Morgan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Oneida,
Suburban Knight,
Kerrie Biddell,
Flipper,
Sun City Girls,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.