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 Albania and from Lille.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mark Hollis to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Connie Case,
Mantronix,
The Searchers,
Roger Hodgson,
Patti Smith,
Black Pus,
The Victims,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Con Funk Shun,
Soul Sonic Force,
Godley & Creme,
Kenny Larkin,
Henry Cow,
Eve St. Jones,
The Walker Brothers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter and Kerry,
Urselle,
Pere Ubu,
Goldenarms,
The Music Machine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Glambeats Corp.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mad Mike,
Al Stewart,
CMW,
Leonard Cohen,
Spoonie Gee,
Kevin Saunderson,
Desert Stars,
Neu!,
Lakeside,
Rites of Spring,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pierre Henry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gong,
Cameo,
JFA,
Letta Mbulu,
Andrew Hill,
Gregory Isaacs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Maurizio,
Animal Collective,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Los Fastidios,
Yazoo,
The Gun Club,
Visage,
Matthew Halsall,
The Monks,
Q and Not U,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rufus Thomas,
Blake Baxter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Little Man,
Funky Four + One,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.