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 Bahamas and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the crunk 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
The Golliwogs,
Quadrant,
Boogie Down Productions,
Excepter,
Mars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Doors,
Saccharine Trust,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Young Rascals,
Q and Not U,
Reuben Wilson,
Sight & Sound,
Byron Stingily,
Marc Almond,
Minutemen,
The Invisible,
Altered Images,
PIL,
Oneida,
Chrome,
Ornette Coleman,
Joe Finger,
The Gladiators,
Jeff Lynne,
New Order,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Smoke,
Slick Rick,
The Vogues,
Symarip,
Smog,
T. Rex,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Flag,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sam Rivers,
Joey Negro,
Chris Corsano,
Icehouse,
The Offenders,
Absolute Body Control,
Rosa Yemen,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Electric Prunes,
Rakim,
Easy Going,
Archie Shepp,
the Bar-Kays,
Matthew Halsall,
A Certain Ratio,
Pylon,
Eli Mardock,
Charles Mingus,
The Velvet Underground,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.