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 Greece and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 Fugazi to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Amazonics,
Warsaw,
Ponytail,
Tommy Roe,
Au Pairs,
Gang Green,
CMW,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DJ Sneak,
Eric B and Rakim,
Popol Vuh,
MC5,
Arthur Verocai,
Ronan,
The Stooges,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Moody Blues,
Stiv Bators,
Rapeman,
Rod Modell,
Jawbox,
the Germs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dave Gahan,
Lungfish,
FM Einheit,
Peter and Kerry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Spoonie Gee,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Womack,
Warren Ellis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Prince Buster,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Leonard Cohen,
Bush Tetras,
Oneida,
The American Breed,
Sun Ra,
Letta Mbulu,
Joyce Sims,
Terry Callier,
The Black Dice,
Bang On A Can,
the Sonics,
Eli Mardock,
Pussy Galore,
The Young Rascals,
David Bowie,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jeff Lynne,
Connie Case,
Davy DMX,
Aswad,
L. Decosne,
Average White Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.