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 Barbados and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Vogues to the rap 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput 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?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Star Department,
Young Marble Giants,
Crime,
Eve St. Jones,
Trumans Water,
The Gories,
Adolescents,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Faraquet,
Cheater Slicks,
China Crisis,
Pussy Galore,
Barclay James Harvest,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gun Club,
Fad Gadget,
Rites of Spring,
Ralphi Rosario,
Donald Byrd,
The Wake,
The Pretty Things,
Don Cherry,
Iggy Pop,
In Retrospect,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Warsaw,
Cecil Taylor,
Mars,
Monolake,
Moebius,
Joe Smooth,
Lakeside,
Section 25,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Delta 5,
Chris Corsano,
Slick Rick,
Grauzone,
The Velvet Underground,
Gong,
Skriet,
The Slits,
Los Fastidios,
48th St. Collective,
Connie Case,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camberwell Now,
Spandau Ballet,
The Modern Lovers,
Peter and Kerry,
Unrelated Segments,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tres Demented,
T. Rex,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.