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 Egypt and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
48th St. Collective,
Fela Kuti,
The Count Five,
The Gories,
Piero Umiliani,
The Victims,
The Pop Group,
Echospace,
the Bar-Kays,
Clear Light,
Underground Resistance,
Gang of Four,
Fad Gadget,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pylon,
B.T. Express,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fluxion,
Lakeside,
The Star Department,
The Litter,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fall,
Schoolly D,
Crime,
Johnny Clarke,
UT,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joey Negro,
Television Personalities,
Kenny Larkin,
MDC,
The Gladiators,
The Sonics,
Porter Ricks,
The Tremeloes,
Monolake,
Gabor Szabo,
DJ Sneak,
The Monochrome Set,
Dave Gahan,
Sandy B,
Sight & Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
The Blues Magoos,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mission of Burma,
Smog,
Zero Boys,
Kas Product,
Bobby Sherman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Terry Callier,
Sarah Menescal,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brick,
The Vogues,
Brothers Johnson,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cure,
Interpol,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.