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 Thailand and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Leonard Cohen to the electroclash 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
X-Ray Spex,
Gong,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Basic Channel,
New Age Steppers,
The Martian,
Crooked Eye,
Ponytail,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Seeds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grey Daturas,
Bill Wells,
The Motions,
Livin' Joy,
Oneida,
The Smoke,
Royal Trux,
In Retrospect,
the Slits,
Schoolly D,
The Tremeloes,
Gabor Szabo,
Von Mondo,
Warsaw,
Pharoah Sanders,
Reagan Youth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sonic Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deepchord,
Deakin,
Reuben Wilson,
Ice-T,
Matthew Bourne,
Eric Dolphy,
Archie Shepp,
Nick Fraelich,
R.M.O.,
Das Ding,
Blake Baxter,
Soul II Soul,
Crime,
Eyeless In Gaza,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Last Poets,
Joe Smooth,
Donald Byrd,
Toni Rubio,
Television Personalities,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roger Hodgson,
Hardrive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Beau Brummels,
Steve Hackett,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Black Dice,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.