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 Turkmenistan and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 Chris Corsano to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tomorrow,
Rakim,
Piero Umiliani,
Oblivians,
Darondo,
X-101,
Erasure,
Skriet,
Rod Modell,
EPMD,
Avey Tare,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DJ Sneak,
Scientists,
The Tremeloes,
Gichy Dan,
Shuggie Otis,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Supertramp,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sight & Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Human League,
Duran Duran,
Talk Talk,
The Knickerbockers,
Danielle Patucci,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nation of Ulysses,
Shoche,
Lou Reed,
Pylon,
Hardrive,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Davy DMX,
10cc,
China Crisis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Suburban Knight,
Underground Resistance,
Frankie Knuckles,
Technova,
Bizarre Inc.,
Radiohead,
Marvin Gaye,
Howard Jones,
One Last Wish,
The Count Five,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cal Tjader,
Fad Gadget,
Trumans Water,
The Fortunes,
Angry Samoans,
Neu!,
AZ,
ABC,
Letta Mbulu,
Tim Buckley,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.