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 Honduras and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Erykah Badu,
The Happenings,
Eurythmics,
The Motions,
Barclay James Harvest,
Das Ding,
The Pretty Things,
Sam Rivers,
Warren Ellis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cal Tjader,
Boredoms,
Echospace,
Swell Maps,
Talk Talk,
Janne Schatter,
Alton Ellis,
Nils Olav,
Lindisfarne,
Q and Not U,
Bootsy Collins,
The Victims,
The Smoke,
The Saints,
Radio Birdman,
Idris Muhammad,
Sugar Minott,
Porter Ricks,
Pantytec,
the Slits,
Alison Limerick,
Yaz,
The Mummies,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bad Manners,
Nico,
Pulsallama,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Qualms,
MDC,
Shuggie Otis,
Blossom Toes,
Trumans Water,
Kaleidoscope,
A Certain Ratio,
Scratch Acid,
The Fortunes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Vogues,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Doors,
Crooked Eye,
The Litter,
Scrapy,
Lalann,
EPMD,
Junior Murvin,
Newcleus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.