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 Mexico and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Minutemen to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Faust,
Talk Talk,
Deadbeat,
Wolf Eyes,
Goldenarms,
Jerry Gold Smith,
X-Ray Spex,
The Victims,
Essential Logic,
Ludus,
The Blackbyrds,
Moss Icon,
The Litter,
Funky Four + One,
Tom Boy,
Byron Stingily,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hoover,
Parry Music,
Soft Cell,
Alton Ellis,
Radio Birdman,
Symarip,
Sarah Menescal,
Pierre Henry,
Ronan,
DNA,
Derrick May,
Crispy Ambulance,
PIL,
The Selecter,
Roxy Music,
Eli Mardock,
Charles Mingus,
Cybotron,
Tommy Roe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jacob Miller,
June Days,
Marmalade,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Quando Quango,
Amazonics,
Severed Heads,
Jacques Brel,
Basic Channel,
Pylon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mighty Diamonds,
World's Most,
Cymande,
Dual Sessions,
Sun City Girls,
OOIOO,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.