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 Palau and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro 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 Matthew Bourne to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Throbbing Gristle,
Von Mondo,
Supertramp,
B.T. Express,
Bill Near,
Graham Central Station,
Procol Harum,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alice Coltrane,
Dave Gahan,
Barrington Levy,
Delta 5,
This Heat,
Kayak,
Harmonia,
Rod Modell,
The Human League,
Blake Baxter,
Cameo,
The Gladiators,
Rosa Yemen,
Jandek,
Warsaw,
Godley & Creme,
Grey Daturas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pet Shop Boys,
KRS-One,
Rakim,
Barry Ungar,
Joyce Sims,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Human League,
Dennis Brown,
Severed Heads,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Avey Tare,
The Martian,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Standells,
MC5,
The Vogues,
Joe Smooth,
Eden Ahbez,
Bluetip,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Kinks,
The Smoke,
Infiniti,
Chris Corsano,
The Litter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeff Lynne,
The Motions,
Sonic Youth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Desert Stars,
Cybotron,
Eddi Front,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.