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 South Sudan and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Royal Trux to the crunk 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camouflage,
Rufus Thomas,
Aswad,
Eve St. Jones,
Crime,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sixth Finger,
The Offenders,
Sonny Sharrock,
Arab on Radar,
Skaos,
Dead Boys,
Motorama,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Infiniti,
Blossom Toes,
Ludus,
Derrick May,
Schoolly D,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fortunes,
The Slackers,
Lightning Bolt,
The New Christs,
Amon Düül II,
Suicide,
The Techniques,
Quadrant,
PIL,
John Holt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mad Mike,
Excepter,
Cymande,
Blake Baxter,
48th St. Collective,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cal Tjader,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Moleskins,
Popol Vuh,
Scientists,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Zeros,
The Busters,
Zapp,
Pussy Galore,
Nils Olav,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultimate Spinach,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Moon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joey Negro,
Joe Smooth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Goldenarms,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.