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 Laos and from Glasgow.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba 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 The Smiths to the grime 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Ludus,
Sound Behaviour,
Section 25,
Oneida,
Danielle Patucci,
Marc Almond,
Lyres,
Moss Icon,
Maleditus Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
Nick Fraelich,
B.T. Express,
The Five Americans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scott Walker,
Cybotron,
The Motions,
Skriet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Faraquet,
Zapp,
Thee Headcoats,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Absolute Body Control,
Chris & Cosey,
The Leaves,
the Human League,
Piero Umiliani,
Hasil Adkins,
Marine Girls,
Angry Samoans,
Deepchord,
Essential Logic,
The Fortunes,
Sällskapet,
The Dirtbombs,
James White and The Blacks,
Agent Orange,
John Foxx,
Aloha Tigers,
Tom Boy,
Severed Heads,
Sparks,
The Fire Engines,
Roger Hodgson,
Yaz,
The Gories,
Henry Cow,
Junior Murvin,
Moebius,
The Remains,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Basic Channel,
8 Eyed Spy,
Franke,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rekid,
Bluetip,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.