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 Ireland and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gang Starr to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Derrick Morgan,
Symarip,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sex Pistols,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fall,
Kurtis Blow,
Scrapy,
Bluetip,
The Smoke,
The Count Five,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Chris & Cosey,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The United States of America,
Cluster,
Al Stewart,
MDC,
David McCallum,
Graham Central Station,
Negative Approach,
John Holt,
Peter and Kerry,
Siglo XX,
Ice-T,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eddi Front,
David Bowie,
Althea and Donna,
Junior Murvin,
Man Parrish,
Hasil Adkins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flipper,
Soulsonic Force,
Bad Manners,
Peter & Gordon,
Tres Demented,
David Axelrod,
Zero Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marcia Griffiths,
B.T. Express,
Fatback Band,
Niagra,
The Smiths,
Carl Craig,
Suburban Knight,
The J.B.'s,
Ultimate Spinach,
Traffic Nightmare,
Todd Rundgren,
Bob Dylan,
The Sound,
Von Mondo,
Eurythmics,
Schoolly D,
X-102,
Young Marble Giants,
The Velvet Underground,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.