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 Chile and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 LL Cool J to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
MDC,
Aaron Thompson,
Pole,
Blancmange,
LL Cool J,
Robert Hood,
A Certain Ratio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bluetip,
Eden Ahbez,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Donny Hathaway,
E-Dancer,
Franke,
Boz Scaggs,
The Golliwogs,
Lungfish,
Loose Ends,
The Monks,
The Busters,
Monolake,
Be Bop Deluxe,
UT,
Sällskapet,
The Fire Engines,
Faust,
Isaac Hayes,
The Names,
The Martian,
Kurtis Blow,
Traffic Nightmare,
Public Enemy,
The Gladiators,
Jerry's Kids,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sex Pistols,
Wire,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
K-Klass,
Y Pants,
Moebius,
Lou Reed,
Average White Band,
Can,
The Knickerbockers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DJ Sneak,
The Skatalites,
The Gun Club,
Radiohead,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bad Manners,
John Lydon,
Alphaville,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yellowson,
Dead Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
The Red Krayola,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Urselle,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.