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 Singapore and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 The Misunderstood to the grime 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Scratch Acid,
The Zeros,
Desert Stars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roxette,
The Young Rascals,
Todd Terry,
Moss Icon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang of Four,
Bootsy Collins,
Isaac Hayes,
The Vogues,
Cameo,
Connie Case,
Kurtis Blow,
Eric B and Rakim,
Moebius,
The Move,
Essential Logic,
The Offenders,
Prince Buster,
Gang Gang Dance,
Surgeon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Supertramp,
The Angels of Light,
Warsaw,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grauzone,
Depeche Mode,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deakin,
John Lydon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Peter & Gordon,
Letta Mbulu,
Trumans Water,
Chris Corsano,
Hoover,
Popol Vuh,
Warren Ellis,
U.S. Maple,
The Searchers,
Pantytec,
The Neon Judgement,
Tim Buckley,
Television Personalities,
The Misunderstood,
Erasure,
Agitation Free,
Eric Copeland,
DJ Style,
The Fugs,
Eric Dolphy,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Blackbyrds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.