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 Mexico and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Flipper to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Real Kids,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Barracudas,
CMW,
Donny Hathaway,
Drexciya,
Charles Mingus,
Au Pairs,
the Soft Cell,
The Fortunes,
Shuggie Otis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cure,
Graham Central Station,
Organ,
The Sonics,
Monks,
Basic Channel,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sun City Girls,
Bill Wells,
Depeche Mode,
Roy Ayers,
Icehouse,
Jimmy McGriff,
Zapp,
Davy DMX,
Wasted Youth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quando Quango,
Visage,
Cecil Taylor,
Idris Muhammad,
Rapeman,
Fluxion,
David Bowie,
The Last Poets,
Skarface,
Quadrant,
Lower 48,
T. Rex,
Clear Light,
Scratch Acid,
EPMD,
Dawn Penn,
Royal Trux,
Buzzcocks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ossler,
Sarah Menescal,
Public Enemy,
Sonic Youth,
Agent Orange,
Ten City,
Connie Case,
the Normal,
Scrapy,
Neil Young,
Make Up,
The Standells,
The Gap Band,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.