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 Guinea and from Bremen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron 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 Boz Scaggs to the funk 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Porter Ricks,
JFA,
Quando Quango,
The Residents,
Banda Bassotti,
The Durutti Column,
Jerry's Kids,
Bill Wells,
Arcadia,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Knickerbockers,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Peter and Kerry,
Michelle Simonal,
Whodini,
Stiv Bators,
Panda Bear,
The Sound,
Sugar Minott,
The Barracudas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Colin Newman,
Sparks,
Liliput,
Amazonics,
Inner City,
Bluetip,
Mission of Burma,
B.T. Express,
The Blackbyrds,
Outsiders,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Andrew Hill,
Fela Kuti,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
AZ,
Anakelly,
Lou Christie,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed,
Patti Smith,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Music Machine,
Magazine,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
Reuben Wilson,
X-101,
Jacques Brel,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sandy B,
Malaria!,
Suburban Knight,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.