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 Italy and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 The Trojans to the grime 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
The Techniques,
Patti Smith,
Altered Images,
The Electric Prunes,
Mark Hollis,
Blossom Toes,
The United States of America,
Quantec,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jawbox,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ronan,
Cybotron,
Fatback Band,
10cc,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cowsills,
X-Ray Spex,
Roy Ayers,
Todd Rundgren,
Cymande,
Model 500,
The New Christs,
Camberwell Now,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Foxx,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Main Source,
Banda Bassotti,
Intrusion,
Make Up,
the Soft Cell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
World's Most,
The Standells,
Pagans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gap Band,
The Real Kids,
Lalo Schifrin,
Suicide,
Surgeon,
New Age Steppers,
L. Decosne,
Scientists,
Nico,
Soulsonic Force,
Fluxion,
the Association,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mad Mike,
Pussy Galore,
Dennis Brown,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.