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 Mongolia and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin 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 PIL to the techno 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Tears for Fears,
Whodini,
Gang Gang Dance,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Dirtbombs,
Ken Boothe,
The Cowsills,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Adolescents,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DNA,
Shoche,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sun Ra,
kango's stein massive,
The Barracudas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Remains,
Yazoo,
Maleditus Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kaleidoscope,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Residents,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hasil Adkins,
Tommy Roe,
Hoover,
Zero Boys,
The Durutti Column,
Magma,
The Vogues,
Stiv Bators,
The Gap Band,
Minutemen,
the Sonics,
Schoolly D,
X-Ray Spex,
Public Image Ltd.,
Freddie Wadling,
Pylon,
Khruangbin,
Black Sheep,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Second Layer,
Ronan,
The Red Krayola,
Tres Demented,
Nico,
Pole,
Donald Byrd,
Gastr Del Sol,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
R.M.O.,
Letta Mbulu,
Marmalade,
Public Enemy,
Don Cherry,
Organ,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.