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 Kiribati and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Blues Magoos to the rock 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Ultravox,
LL Cool J,
Black Flag,
Pantytec,
The Invisible,
Minor Threat,
kango's stein massive,
Faraquet,
Desert Stars,
John Foxx,
Sun City Girls,
Amon Düül,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Infiniti,
Gong,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lalann,
Los Fastidios,
Marshall Jefferson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arcadia,
Bang On A Can,
Alton Ellis,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
One Last Wish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Underground Resistance,
Sparks,
Bill Near,
The Moleskins,
Moss Icon,
The Saints,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vladislav Delay,
Colin Newman,
Soft Cell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rod Modell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Knickerbockers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cymande,
New York Dolls,
Bob Dylan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wire,
The Skatalites,
Thee Headcoats,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Beau Brummels,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joe Smooth,
Donny Hathaway,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.