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 Bolivia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Scion to the funk 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Massinfluence,
A Certain Ratio,
Brass Construction,
OOIOO,
Drexciya,
The Shadows of Knight,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Byrd,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kas Product,
Sun Ra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jerry's Kids,
U.S. Maple,
Gong,
Visage,
Interpol,
Moby Grape,
Moebius,
X-101,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aswad,
New York Dolls,
The Selecter,
The Sound,
The Barracudas,
The Skatalites,
Amazonics,
The Slits,
F. McDonald,
Delta 5,
Sight & Sound,
Inner City,
Agent Orange,
Gabor Szabo,
Marvin Gaye,
Janne Schatter,
The Gap Band,
Vladislav Delay,
The Grass Roots,
The Last Poets,
Sällskapet,
Minutemen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Amon Düül,
the Swans,
Pantytec,
Motorama,
Iggy Pop,
Average White Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Chrome,
Cymande,
The Pop Group,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Colin Newman,
Wings,
Zapp,
Crime,
The Litter,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.