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 Netherlands and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lou Christie to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Jeru the Damaja,
Maurizio,
Marmalade,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Andrew Hill,
Wasted Youth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
China Crisis,
Bang On A Can,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Los Fastidios,
Icehouse,
John Foxx,
The Fuzztones,
Arthur Verocai,
LL Cool J,
Von Mondo,
Henry Cow,
The Residents,
Peter and Kerry,
Make Up,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Public Enemy,
James White and The Blacks,
Funky Four + One,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deepchord,
Kayak,
Index,
The Happenings,
Jimmy McGriff,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Moss Icon,
The Index,
Bobby Womack,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Skarface,
Amon Düül,
The Evens,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cecil Taylor,
the Soft Cell,
Agent Orange,
The Moody Blues,
Mark Hollis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Danielle Patucci,
Yaz,
Barrington Levy,
Iggy Pop,
The Last Poets,
Flipper,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stockholm Monsters,
Severed Heads,
the Sonics,
Urselle,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.