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 Tonga and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Alison Limerick to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
X-Ray Spex,
The Toasters,
Crime,
Bill Near,
Con Funk Shun,
Essential Logic,
Loose Ends,
Technova,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Slits,
The Gories,
the Sonics,
Bad Manners,
Suicide,
Barry Ungar,
Gang of Four,
The Grass Roots,
Intrusion,
Ultimate Spinach,
Popol Vuh,
Interpol,
Nico,
DNA,
Rufus Thomas,
Depeche Mode,
Bronski Beat,
Dennis Brown,
Quantec,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minutemen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Divine Comedy,
Camouflage,
Simply Red,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cure,
Sun Ra,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Sherman,
Pierre Henry,
MC5,
Sister Nancy,
a-ha,
Whodini,
Nas,
The Monks,
Avey Tare,
Jandek,
Robert Görl,
Von Mondo,
Los Fastidios,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arthur Verocai,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Agent Orange,
the Fania All-Stars,
Johnny Clarke,
The Names,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.