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 Dominican Republic and from Hong Kong.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Bobby Hutcherson to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Reed,
KRS-One,
Sandy B,
Radio Birdman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jeff Lynne,
Smog,
Quando Quango,
John Lydon,
Eurythmics,
The Mummies,
Hot Snakes,
Jacques Brel,
The Buckinghams,
Mars,
Dennis Brown,
Buzzcocks,
Mo-Dettes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Barracudas,
The New Christs,
Hardrive,
Ten City,
Blancmange,
Faraquet,
The Happenings,
The Saints,
Ken Boothe,
John Foxx,
Fad Gadget,
Clear Light,
Chrome,
In Retrospect,
Eric Dolphy,
Grauzone,
Chris Corsano,
The Victims,
Connie Case,
Zero Boys,
The Gun Club,
Scion,
Danielle Patucci,
Godley & Creme,
Henry Cow,
Pharoah Sanders,
UT,
Tommy Roe,
Echospace,
Yazoo,
Aural Exciters,
The Stooges,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Inner City,
Chris & Cosey,
MC5,
The Star Department,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lightning Bolt,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.