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 Taiwan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet 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 Juan Atkins to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
The Young Rascals,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pharoah Sanders,
ABC,
John Foxx,
The Mojo Men,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alphaville,
Cameo,
Tom Boy,
Letta Mbulu,
Terry Callier,
Soft Machine,
Pulsallama,
Lalo Schifrin,
Avey Tare,
Michelle Simonal,
Steve Hackett,
The Walker Brothers,
Livin' Joy,
The Last Poets,
Essential Logic,
Nick Fraelich,
Kool Moe Dee,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Monks,
The Cowsills,
Fela Kuti,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Misunderstood,
Roger Hodgson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Sonics,
June Days,
Josef K,
Sugar Minott,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bush Tetras,
The Happenings,
The Birthday Party,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David Axelrod,
Lungfish,
The Seeds,
Banda Bassotti,
Cheater Slicks,
Davy DMX,
Thee Headcoats,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gladiators,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tres Demented,
K-Klass,
Grauzone,
Lightning Bolt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pylon,
Buzzcocks,
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.