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 Argentina and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
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 808 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 Matthew Bourne 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Wally Richardson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Donald Byrd,
The Smiths,
Nas,
Barbara Tucker,
Nik Kershaw,
A Certain Ratio,
Crime,
Marshall Jefferson,
DJ Style,
Chrome,
Jacques Brel,
The Index,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jeff Lynne,
Maleditus Sound,
The Last Poets,
Fugazi,
James White and The Blacks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cowsills,
Lindisfarne,
Aloha Tigers,
10cc,
The Associates,
Glenn Branca,
Davy DMX,
Electric Prunes,
Chris Corsano,
Groovy Waters,
Deadbeat,
Tomorrow,
Audionom,
Visage,
Cheater Slicks,
Minor Threat,
These Immortal Souls,
DNA,
Pantytec,
Neu!,
Au Pairs,
The Misunderstood,
EPMD,
Black Bananas,
David McCallum,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aswad,
Sight & Sound,
Scrapy,
Mandrill,
Massinfluence,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bad Manners,
The Kinks,
Pole,
Technova,
Warsaw,
Derrick Morgan,
The Monochrome Set,
Lee Hazlewood,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.