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 Germany and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Knickerbockers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Harry Pussy,
Flash Fearless,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Guru Guru,
Ronan,
Amazonics,
Erykah Badu,
Zero Boys,
Severed Heads,
Blancmange,
Tomorrow,
Freddie Wadling,
The Raincoats,
David Axelrod,
Harmonia,
Darondo,
Silicon Teens,
Cluster,
Mad Mike,
The Mojo Men,
Grey Daturas,
Simply Red,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cowsills,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Litter,
Scott Walker,
Max Romeo,
The Count Five,
Faraquet,
cv313,
Anthony Braxton,
Rosa Yemen,
Audionom,
Visage,
Big Daddy Kane,
Blake Baxter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ludus,
Bootsy Collins,
Marc Almond,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alice Coltrane,
Carl Craig,
The Sound,
Brand Nubian,
Godley & Creme,
Soft Cell,
Television,
Camberwell Now,
Angry Samoans,
Los Fastidios,
JFA,
Derrick May,
The Pretty Things,
Altered Images,
Ossler,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.