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 Latvia and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Hardrive 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ronnie Foster,
World's Most,
Lindisfarne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nils Olav,
Janne Schatter,
Hasil Adkins,
David McCallum,
Circle Jerks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brand Nubian,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Essential Logic,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang Starr,
The Monochrome Set,
Camouflage,
Gang of Four,
Terrestrial Tones,
Von Mondo,
Barrington Levy,
Sun City Girls,
Shoche,
Eurythmics,
Porter Ricks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alphaville,
Mandrill,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Terry Callier,
Tubeway Army,
Inner City,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alison Limerick,
Altered Images,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Heaven 17,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Echospace,
Agent Orange,
Ludus,
Jandek,
Vainqueur,
Quantec,
Yazoo,
Man Parrish,
The Slits,
The Dave Clark Five,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cluster,
Kerri Chandler,
Basic Channel,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Techniques,
Alice Coltrane,
Fad Gadget,
Marvin Gaye,
Minny Pops,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.