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 Canada and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sun City Girls to the grunge 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Icehouse,
This Heat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Newcleus,
Cymande,
Pagans,
Lucky Dragons,
China Crisis,
Hasil Adkins,
The J.B.'s,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Raincoats,
Aloha Tigers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rufus Thomas,
Nils Olav,
Accadde A,
Wire,
ABBA,
Mr. Review,
Andrew Hill,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scott Walker,
Fluxion,
H. Thieme,
Lebanon Hanover,
Piero Umiliani,
Urselle,
Black Sheep,
New Order,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Christie,
Bizarre Inc.,
Index,
Das Ding,
Erasure,
The Cowsills,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Young Marble Giants,
New Age Steppers,
Franke,
K-Klass,
Gastr Del Sol,
Radiohead,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minny Pops,
The Victims,
Roger Hodgson,
Rod Modell,
ABC,
The Pop Group,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultra Naté,
Kerri Chandler,
Boredoms,
Can,
Colin Newman,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.