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 Costa Rica and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 Lalann to the dance 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Crispian St. Peters,
Thee Headcoats,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Barracudas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lalo Schifrin,
Main Source,
The Slackers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
In Retrospect,
Soulsonic Force,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brand Nubian,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Graham Central Station,
Fifty Foot Hose,
MC5,
Second Layer,
Skaos,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cluster,
Heaven 17,
Mandrill,
Marcia Griffiths,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Monochrome Set,
Los Fastidios,
10cc,
Steve Hackett,
The Velvet Underground,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Pop Group,
Lindisfarne,
the Swans,
Rites of Spring,
Pantaleimon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Toni Rubio,
Soft Cell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dual Sessions,
The Cowsills,
Bootsy Collins,
Fluxion,
Wolf Eyes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eve St. Jones,
Gichy Dan,
K-Klass,
Sarah Menescal,
Vladislav Delay,
Amazonics,
Arab on Radar,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fela Kuti,
Maurizio,
Leonard Cohen,
Andrew Hill,
Wire,
Scrapy,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.