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 Croatia and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Quantec to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Maleditus Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scott Walker,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rites of Spring,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sam Rivers,
Deadbeat,
Heaven 17,
Grey Daturas,
X-101,
Sister Nancy,
Reagan Youth,
David Axelrod,
Los Fastidios,
James White and The Blacks,
The Black Dice,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Slick Rick,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Misunderstood,
Organ,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
These Immortal Souls,
Nas,
Arcadia,
Simply Red,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Monochrome Set,
The Blackbyrds,
Connie Case,
Babytalk,
Kerri Chandler,
Television Personalities,
David McCallum,
Average White Band,
Maurizio,
Archie Shepp,
Aaron Thompson,
Dave Gahan,
The Toasters,
A Certain Ratio,
Agent Orange,
Visage,
Buzzcocks,
Yellowson,
Rotary Connection,
D'Angelo,
Model 500,
Sandy B,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wasted Youth,
Absolute Body Control,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ralphi Rosario,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Altered Images,
Technova,
Darondo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fugs,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.