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 Congo and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Freddie Wadling to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Goldenarms,
Harry Pussy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dave Gahan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Judy Mowatt,
Johnny Osbourne,
U.S. Maple,
Pole,
Harmonia,
Icehouse,
Howard Jones,
the Bar-Kays,
The Birthday Party,
X-101,
DJ Style,
Flash Fearless,
Erykah Badu,
Bronski Beat,
John Holt,
Rakim,
a-ha,
Kerri Chandler,
Wolf Eyes,
Motorama,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Juan Atkins,
Underground Resistance,
Dead Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gong,
Bill Wells,
Section 25,
The Divine Comedy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Durutti Column,
Basic Channel,
Youth Brigade,
Boz Scaggs,
Popol Vuh,
Warsaw,
Intrusion,
Derrick May,
Pylon,
Wasted Youth,
Nirvana,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fat Boys,
The Gladiators,
Yazoo,
Alice Coltrane,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ohio Players,
The Young Rascals,
Ultravox,
Lungfish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Chris & Cosey,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.