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 Bahamas and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kerrie Biddell to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Juan Atkins,
Clear Light,
Nils Olav,
The Fuzztones,
Isaac Hayes,
Bauhaus,
Roy Ayers,
The Beau Brummels,
Franke,
ABBA,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
These Immortal Souls,
Underground Resistance,
Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick May,
The Misunderstood,
Joe Finger,
Joe Smooth,
The Fall,
Spandau Ballet,
Graham Central Station,
Goldenarms,
MC5,
Heaven 17,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rotary Connection,
Skaos,
The Residents,
Marc Almond,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gastr Del Sol,
Theoretical Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
Aswad,
Colin Newman,
The Gap Band,
Smog,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Monolake,
Sonny Sharrock,
Todd Terry,
The Dave Clark Five,
The American Breed,
F. McDonald,
Barry Ungar,
The Monks,
Von Mondo,
Rufus Thomas,
Eddi Front,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Durutti Column,
Stetsasonic,
Tubeway Army,
Livin' Joy,
The Fugs,
The Human League,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Smoke,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.