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 Libya and from Mexico City.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet 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 Make Up to the rap 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Tom Boy,
Neu!,
AZ,
Roxette,
Unwound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fad Gadget,
Warren Ellis,
Duran Duran,
Donny Hathaway,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rod Modell,
10cc,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Simply Red,
Gong,
Howard Jones,
Bill Wells,
Jacques Brel,
Gang Starr,
Robert Hood,
Quando Quango,
Clear Light,
Janne Schatter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Infiniti,
Archie Shepp,
Liliput,
The Last Poets,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Coltrane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Groovy Waters,
Gerry Rafferty,
ABBA,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Association,
Motorama,
David McCallum,
Danielle Patucci,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gladiators,
Camberwell Now,
New York Dolls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Theoretical Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
The Happenings,
Eli Mardock,
Monolake,
Barbara Tucker,
Quantec,
The Moody Blues,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Moon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.