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 Serbia and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Bizarre Inc. to the techno 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Magazine,
Television Personalities,
Dorothy Ashby,
Parry Music,
Dave Gahan,
Fela Kuti,
John Holt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Todd Terry,
Rapeman,
World's Most,
The Grass Roots,
Barry Ungar,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bronski Beat,
Au Pairs,
Niagra,
Intrusion,
Barrington Levy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sex Pistols,
Procol Harum,
Howard Jones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Zapp,
Nico,
Gil Scott Heron,
Leonard Cohen,
Janne Schatter,
Eric Dolphy,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Modern Lovers,
Second Layer,
The Searchers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pulsallama,
The Last Poets,
New Age Steppers,
The Dead C,
Basic Channel,
Minutemen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
David McCallum,
Tres Demented,
Harry Pussy,
Yazoo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Saccharine Trust,
Alphaville,
Unwound,
Glenn Branca,
Amazonics,
Agitation Free,
Ohio Players,
Sister Nancy,
The Wake,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scrapy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.