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 Seychelles and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 Black Sheep to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light 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?
Kas Product,
Jandek,
Jacob Miller,
New York Dolls,
The Doors,
the Swans,
Peter & Gordon,
Joy Division,
Jeff Mills,
a-ha,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cowsills,
Eve St. Jones,
Todd Rundgren,
Deakin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Isaac Hayes,
The Kinks,
Lyres,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Mojo Men,
Brand Nubian,
MC5,
Hashim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Radio Birdman,
Altered Images,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barclay James Harvest,
Intrusion,
Iggy Pop,
Maurizio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scratch Acid,
The Velvet Underground,
The New Christs,
Goldenarms,
Y Pants,
Bronski Beat,
Wasted Youth,
Moebius,
Lungfish,
The Modern Lovers,
Andrew Hill,
Radiohead,
The Fire Engines,
Oneida,
Bang On A Can,
Rapeman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ten City,
Tubeway Army,
the Bar-Kays,
Bizarre Inc.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang Starr,
Organ,
Stiv Bators,
Tommy Roe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Erykah Badu,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.