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 Seychelles and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 China Crisis to the electroclash 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Skatalites,
Dual Sessions,
Mr. Review,
EPMD,
Ken Boothe,
Connie Case,
Inner City,
Juan Atkins,
Magma,
Brothers Johnson,
Jawbox,
Whodini,
Josef K,
Lindisfarne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Popol Vuh,
The Star Department,
Dorothy Ashby,
Echospace,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Moleskins,
JFA,
Basic Channel,
Maurizio,
Howard Jones,
Cymande,
Goldenarms,
Marshall Jefferson,
Television Personalities,
In Retrospect,
The Knickerbockers,
Davy DMX,
Nik Kershaw,
Desert Stars,
Schoolly D,
Fela Kuti,
Lakeside,
Bizarre Inc.,
Procol Harum,
AZ,
Unwound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Harmonia,
Scan 7,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Durutti Column,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Prince Buster,
Ice-T,
Robert Hood,
The United States of America,
Funky Four + One,
Neu!,
The Neon Judgement,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Martian,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.