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 Taipei.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pharoah Sanders to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Peter and Kerry,
Barry Ungar,
DJ Style,
The Slits,
Mantronix,
June Days,
Lucky Dragons,
Tim Buckley,
Fela Kuti,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Echospace,
The Music Machine,
Erasure,
Magazine,
Robert Wyatt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Con Funk Shun,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Evens,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amon Düül II,
The Gories,
Crash Course in Science,
Television Personalities,
Lakeside,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
KRS-One,
Half Japanese,
Chris Corsano,
Spoonie Gee,
Agent Orange,
Blancmange,
The Neon Judgement,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Angels of Light,
The Index,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The American Breed,
China Crisis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Oneida,
Ronnie Foster,
Mark Hollis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ponytail,
The Wake,
The Sonics,
Mr. Review,
Eden Ahbez,
Supertramp,
Chris & Cosey,
Fad Gadget,
Zero Boys,
Fugazi,
cv313,
Oblivians,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Toni Rubio,
Motorama,
Bluetip,
Joensuu 1685,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.