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 Switzerland and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 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 Joensuu 1685 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pet Shop Boys,
PIL,
Glenn Branca,
Max Romeo,
The Beau Brummels,
Pharoah Sanders,
Radio Birdman,
The Raincoats,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alice Coltrane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pulsallama,
Lalann,
the Bar-Kays,
Stiv Bators,
Jawbox,
Visage,
Young Marble Giants,
Glambeats Corp.,
Derrick May,
the Fania All-Stars,
Graham Central Station,
Q65,
Soft Machine,
Mission of Burma,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Skatalites,
L. Decosne,
CMW,
Japan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Theoretical Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nirvana,
Alton Ellis,
Isaac Hayes,
10cc,
Talk Talk,
Cymande,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Slackers,
Sam Rivers,
DJ Sneak,
Kevin Saunderson,
U.S. Maple,
Ronan,
Yazoo,
JFA,
F. McDonald,
Lindisfarne,
Idris Muhammad,
Chris & Cosey,
Deakin,
Barry Ungar,
The Fall,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Symarip,
The Slits,
Pantytec,
The Index,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.