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 Chad and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet 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 Basic Channel to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Gichy Dan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Harmonia,
Sarah Menescal,
10cc,
The Gladiators,
Funkadelic,
Josef K,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
ABC,
Traffic Nightmare,
Banda Bassotti,
The Monks,
Smog,
This Heat,
The Fugs,
X-Ray Spex,
Hashim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kurtis Blow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The New Christs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deadbeat,
Stereo Dub,
David Bowie,
Trumans Water,
the Normal,
Danielle Patucci,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bang On A Can,
The Black Dice,
The Fuzztones,
Scientists,
Carl Craig,
Roxy Music,
June Days,
LL Cool J,
Mars,
Arcadia,
The Knickerbockers,
Groovy Waters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
World's Most,
Marvin Gaye,
Crime,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
T.S.O.L.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jacob Miller,
Infiniti,
James White and The Blacks,
Sandy B,
DJ Style,
Al Stewart,
The Evens,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nik Kershaw,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.