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 Austria and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Shadows of Knight to the disco 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
World's Most,
CMW,
Banda Bassotti,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Motions,
Mo-Dettes,
Bob Dylan,
Pulsallama,
Metal Thangz,
Quadrant,
Ultra Naté,
The Gap Band,
Colin Newman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Skaos,
Essential Logic,
Crooked Eye,
Tubeway Army,
Camouflage,
Blossom Toes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aswad,
Procol Harum,
Crispy Ambulance,
Delta 5,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fire Engines,
Toni Rubio,
Brothers Johnson,
Nas,
T. Rex,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Slackers,
The Slits,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wasted Youth,
The Residents,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Pus,
Rosa Yemen,
Gerry Rafferty,
This Heat,
Pole,
Con Funk Shun,
cv313,
Arcadia,
Goldenarms,
Rapeman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bluetip,
Kurtis Blow,
The Knickerbockers,
Index,
Vladislav Delay,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.