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 Niger and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sonics to the techno 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Vainqueur,
Hashim,
Kenny Larkin,
Sex Pistols,
Grey Daturas,
Second Layer,
Janne Schatter,
Skaos,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soul II Soul,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Porter Ricks,
Tom Boy,
Bill Wells,
KRS-One,
R.M.O.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minnie Riperton,
Graham Central Station,
Qualms,
EPMD,
Sonic Youth,
Theoretical Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boz Scaggs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ossler,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jandek,
Duran Duran,
New York Dolls,
Electric Prunes,
Blake Baxter,
The New Christs,
Circle Jerks,
Sixth Finger,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Vogues,
Yusef Lateef,
the Soft Cell,
MDC,
Eve St. Jones,
Flash Fearless,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mission of Burma,
Lucky Dragons,
Delta 5,
Rod Modell,
Audionom,
The Black Dice,
The Move,
T.S.O.L.,
Sarah Menescal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gladiators,
Gang of Four,
Dual Sessions,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.