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 Fiji and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Marvin Gaye to the electroclash 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
R.M.O.,
Althea and Donna,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Interpol,
Whodini,
Public Enemy,
Bad Manners,
The Knickerbockers,
Crooked Eye,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pere Ubu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mandrill,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Trojans,
Talk Talk,
Grandmaster Flash,
Skarface,
Blake Baxter,
Gabor Szabo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Popol Vuh,
The Index,
Gichy Dan,
Wings,
Patti Smith,
Grey Daturas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Swans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Depeche Mode,
Amazonics,
Bob Dylan,
Shoche,
The Gap Band,
Erasure,
Ralphi Rosario,
Robert Wyatt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aural Exciters,
Yellowson,
U.S. Maple,
Avey Tare,
Gong,
Urselle,
The Cure,
Gregory Isaacs,
8 Eyed Spy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bang On A Can,
The Busters,
The United States of America,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sister Nancy,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.