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 Colombia and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the electroclash 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Slick Rick,
Sister Nancy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Amazonics,
Ice-T,
Davy DMX,
The Leaves,
Derrick Morgan,
X-102,
Jacques Brel,
OOIOO,
Soft Machine,
Rekid,
The Zeros,
Bronski Beat,
Fad Gadget,
Mars,
Eden Ahbez,
Lalann,
Qualms,
Mark Hollis,
Kaleidoscope,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Byrd,
Wolf Eyes,
Eric Dolphy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cal Tjader,
Kenny Larkin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
FM Einheit,
Los Fastidios,
Barrington Levy,
Robert Görl,
Heaven 17,
Kas Product,
Graham Central Station,
Yaz,
U.S. Maple,
The Standells,
Ossler,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eve St. Jones,
X-Ray Spex,
Tom Boy,
DJ Sneak,
Erasure,
Cheater Slicks,
Vladislav Delay,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ken Boothe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Popol Vuh,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gories,
The Modern Lovers,
Ronnie Foster,
Massinfluence,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.