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 Seychelles and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lungfish to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
The Wake,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soul II Soul,
Sixth Finger,
Sun Ra,
Eli Mardock,
Malaria!,
Crooked Eye,
Tres Demented,
Q and Not U,
Radiohead,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Quadrant,
Agent Orange,
Flash Fearless,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jeff Lynne,
Joe Smooth,
Erasure,
Hot Snakes,
Lalann,
Babytalk,
Porter Ricks,
Brick,
Pylon,
Delta 5,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Altered Images,
Marvin Gaye,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Supertramp,
The Doobie Brothers,
Audionom,
Organ,
Eric Copeland,
Harmonia,
The Invisible,
Marshall Jefferson,
X-102,
These Immortal Souls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nico,
D'Angelo,
Hasil Adkins,
David Bowie,
The Pretty Things,
Peter and Kerry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Surgeon,
Graham Central Station,
Masters at Work,
The American Breed,
Guru Guru,
Boz Scaggs,
Parry Music,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.