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 Namibia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Boz Scaggs to the disco 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Excepter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Severed Heads,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aural Exciters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Flash Fearless,
The Smiths,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Matthew Bourne,
Eric Dolphy,
The Invisible,
The Pop Group,
Tommy Roe,
Maurizio,
Brothers Johnson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rotary Connection,
Brick,
Fad Gadget,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hoover,
Outsiders,
Stetsasonic,
Barrington Levy,
FM Einheit,
Sixth Finger,
Jacob Miller,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fuzztones,
Warren Ellis,
Max Romeo,
the Slits,
Pole,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Anakelly,
Ituana,
Eden Ahbez,
New Age Steppers,
Suburban Knight,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Depeche Mode,
Sugar Minott,
kango's stein massive,
Cheater Slicks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Television,
Y Pants,
Ice-T,
Guru Guru,
Delta 5,
E-Dancer,
Sonic Youth,
The Names,
Agitation Free,
Albert Ayler,
Pantaleimon,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.