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 Barbados and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 L. Decosne to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Ken Boothe,
Alison Limerick,
Lalann,
Mark Hollis,
Camberwell Now,
Inner City,
Organ,
Marmalade,
Boredoms,
Grandmaster Flash,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rakim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Association,
Roxy Music,
Mr. Review,
Piero Umiliani,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ronnie Foster,
Loose Ends,
Angry Samoans,
John Foxx,
Bluetip,
Anthony Braxton,
Skarface,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tim Buckley,
Bob Dylan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Masters at Work,
Michelle Simonal,
The Tremeloes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
PIL,
Porter Ricks,
Reagan Youth,
Television Personalities,
Au Pairs,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Busters,
Severed Heads,
Icehouse,
Connie Case,
Tubeway Army,
Moss Icon,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Smiths,
Robert Wyatt,
Stiv Bators,
The United States of America,
The Saints,
Massinfluence,
Maurizio,
X-101,
The Techniques,
Sixth Finger,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.