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 India and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Scratch Acid,
The United States of America,
James White and The Blacks,
Skarface,
Gang Gang Dance,
Carl Craig,
Radiohead,
Jawbox,
Bootsy Collins,
Accadde A,
Jacob Miller,
Scott Walker,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eve St. Jones,
The Index,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mad Mike,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cure,
The Birthday Party,
Robert Hood,
Pylon,
Letta Mbulu,
Y Pants,
The Martian,
Nick Fraelich,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lightning Bolt,
H. Thieme,
Alphaville,
Tears for Fears,
Cluster,
Mars,
The Neon Judgement,
Bad Manners,
Lucky Dragons,
Matthew Bourne,
Audionom,
Robert Wyatt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Blackbyrds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Dead C,
John Holt,
Inner City,
Janne Schatter,
Joensuu 1685,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Qualms,
Agitation Free,
Swans,
Los Fastidios,
DNA,
UT,
Echospace,
The Wake,
Symarip,
Pagans,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.