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 Solomon Islands and from Tokyo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Bush Tetras to the crunk 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Invisible,
Matthew Halsall,
Little Man,
Cluster,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ludus,
Make Up,
The Fall,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Slick Rick,
cv313,
Kenny Larkin,
Fluxion,
Los Fastidios,
MDC,
The Wake,
The Gories,
Matthew Bourne,
Robert Wyatt,
Joe Finger,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Delon & Dalcan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Loose Ends,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cheater Slicks,
Soul II Soul,
Supertramp,
Archie Shepp,
Fatback Band,
Derrick May,
The Angels of Light,
Dennis Brown,
Iggy Pop,
Kevin Saunderson,
Quando Quango,
Kurtis Blow,
The United States of America,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gerry Rafferty,
Suicide,
Ponytail,
Das Ding,
Rapeman,
The Toasters,
Inner City,
Malaria!,
Moss Icon,
Basic Channel,
The Misunderstood,
Jerry's Kids,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Knickerbockers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deadbeat,
Sonic Youth,
Eli Mardock,
Pussy Galore,
Young Marble Giants,
Bill Wells,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.