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 Kuwait 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the disco 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Dual Sessions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Leaves,
Country Teasers,
The Monks,
the Swans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Porter Ricks,
Chrome,
Nas,
Black Sheep,
Trumans Water,
World's Most,
Tom Boy,
Hasil Adkins,
James White and The Blacks,
Brick,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
E-Dancer,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Reed,
The Electric Prunes,
The Smiths,
Mantronix,
Darondo,
Clear Light,
Angry Samoans,
Unrelated Segments,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Flash Fearless,
JFA,
Magma,
Kerri Chandler,
Barry Ungar,
Brass Construction,
Camberwell Now,
Saccharine Trust,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Bar-Kays,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Christie,
Mission of Burma,
Charles Mingus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang Gang Dance,
T.S.O.L.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pantytec,
Negative Approach,
Faraquet,
Crooked Eye,
China Crisis,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Invisible,
Terry Callier,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dave Gahan,
Scratch Acid,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.