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 Georgia and from Lyon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar 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 Accadde A to the techno 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Victims,
Television,
AZ,
Barrington Levy,
Kenny Larkin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Organ,
The Red Krayola,
Aswad,
Au Pairs,
U.S. Maple,
Model 500,
Mission of Burma,
June of 44,
Massinfluence,
John Holt,
The Gun Club,
Yaz,
Franke,
New York Dolls,
Aural Exciters,
The United States of America,
John Cale,
Jacques Brel,
The Associates,
Reuben Wilson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eli Mardock,
Hot Snakes,
The Toasters,
Buzzcocks,
The Fugs,
Quadrant,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Zapp,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Reed,
Cal Tjader,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gladiators,
Magma,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Matthew Bourne,
China Crisis,
Charles Mingus,
Fela Kuti,
MDC,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Q and Not U,
Robert Hood,
Al Stewart,
Soft Machine,
Skriet,
Royal Trux,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Audionom,
Second Layer,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.