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 Czech Republic and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the disco 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Quadrant,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wolf Eyes,
Roy Ayers,
Excepter,
Flash Fearless,
R.M.O.,
Altered Images,
The American Breed,
The Smoke,
Vainqueur,
Bill Wells,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pagans,
Joy Division,
Interpol,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Martian,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hoover,
Black Bananas,
Deepchord,
Blancmange,
Anthony Braxton,
Moebius,
Franke,
Nation of Ulysses,
Chrome,
Archie Shepp,
Sixth Finger,
Parry Music,
Supertramp,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Golliwogs,
The Fall,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soul II Soul,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Motorama,
David Axelrod,
Pantytec,
The Names,
John Lydon,
Scion,
The Fuzztones,
Tomorrow,
Babytalk,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ronan,
The Saints,
Rotary Connection,
D'Angelo,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.