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 Togo and from New York.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fad Gadget to the grunge 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Absolute Body Control,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Blake Baxter,
Zero Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bluetip,
Colin Newman,
T. Rex,
The Dirtbombs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Arab on Radar,
Charles Mingus,
The Trojans,
Chris & Cosey,
The Move,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Avey Tare,
Make Up,
Erykah Badu,
Delta 5,
Soul II Soul,
Iggy Pop,
Dave Gahan,
ABBA,
Altered Images,
The Tremeloes,
Easy Going,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Techniques,
Porter Ricks,
John Coltrane,
Duran Duran,
ABC,
Rosa Yemen,
Hasil Adkins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Chrome,
Black Sheep,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Letta Mbulu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Girls At Our Best!,
Reuben Wilson,
Loose Ends,
Banda Bassotti,
Japan,
Section 25,
Ohio Players,
The Fall,
Nirvana,
Glenn Branca,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scrapy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Robert Görl,
Alton Ellis,
Drexciya,
Fear,
Godley & Creme,
Brick,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted 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.