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 Uruguay and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Girls At Our Best! to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fugs,
Maleditus Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Velvet Underground,
Bronski Beat,
Alphaville,
Yaz,
Qualms,
the Sonics,
Cecil Taylor,
Hardrive,
Supertramp,
Television,
Blake Baxter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minor Threat,
Cybotron,
Big Daddy Kane,
LL Cool J,
Robert Hood,
The Buckinghams,
Tres Demented,
Joe Finger,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Clear Light,
The Searchers,
Livin' Joy,
Ultravox,
Buzzcocks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Derrick Morgan,
Deepchord,
John Foxx,
Soul II Soul,
Sister Nancy,
Suburban Knight,
Donald Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mark Hollis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barry Ungar,
Rapeman,
Fatback Band,
Pulsallama,
Reuben Wilson,
Scion,
Yazoo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Franke,
Agitation Free,
Tomorrow,
Fat Boys,
Josef K,
Bob Dylan,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.