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 Serbia 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 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 Traffic Nightmare to the punk 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jacques Brel,
The Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dennis Brown,
Bauhaus,
A Certain Ratio,
Moby Grape,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Massinfluence,
Alphaville,
Anakelly,
Rites of Spring,
Second Layer,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Shuggie Otis,
Negative Approach,
The Kinks,
Marvin Gaye,
Khruangbin,
Angry Samoans,
The Victims,
The Techniques,
Frankie Knuckles,
Todd Rundgren,
The Tremeloes,
Black Pus,
Half Japanese,
Sandy B,
Bobby Sherman,
These Immortal Souls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Clear Light,
The Flesh Eaters,
New York Dolls,
The Stooges,
Faust,
Funkadelic,
The Vogues,
Nick Fraelich,
Darondo,
Amon Düül,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cramps,
Goldenarms,
Thee Headcoats,
Crooked Eye,
Deakin,
Supertramp,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Christie,
The Slits,
Joe Smooth,
Quantec,
The Human League,
Gang Starr,
Laurel Aitken,
Graham Central Station,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Siglo XX,
Roxy Music,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.