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 San Marino and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Massinfluence to the crunk 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gong,
The Golliwogs,
Radio Birdman,
Black Flag,
Blancmange,
Warsaw,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Television,
Black Sheep,
Rapeman,
Loose Ends,
The Dave Clark Five,
Guru Guru,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Detroit Cobras,
Patti Smith,
Country Teasers,
Silicon Teens,
Arcadia,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hot Snakes,
Tomorrow,
Yaz,
A Certain Ratio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wolf Eyes,
Sight & Sound,
Black Pus,
Quando Quango,
Piero Umiliani,
H. Thieme,
Jerry's Kids,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sam Rivers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Germs,
Agent Orange,
JFA,
Bauhaus,
Von Mondo,
Morten Harket,
Severed Heads,
Kenny Larkin,
Junior Murvin,
Tubeway Army,
Fat Boys,
Swans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fugs,
Kerri Chandler,
Hardrive,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dennis Brown,
Robert Hood,
Sällskapet,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.