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 Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bauhaus to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
the Human League,
The Gap Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cheater Slicks,
Byron Stingily,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Happenings,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Average White Band,
Livin' Joy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Vainqueur,
Joe Finger,
David Bowie,
The Last Poets,
DJ Sneak,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Swans,
Steve Hackett,
The Slackers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Bananas,
China Crisis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cowsills,
Sam Rivers,
Althea and Donna,
Bauhaus,
Motorama,
The Victims,
Ultimate Spinach,
Janne Schatter,
The Cramps,
DNA,
Black Pus,
Matthew Halsall,
The Zeros,
Skriet,
Unrelated Segments,
The New Christs,
F. McDonald,
Quantec,
Pharoah Sanders,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
FM Einheit,
Wally Richardson,
Spandau Ballet,
The Moody Blues,
Arcadia,
Minor Threat,
the Swans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Star Department,
Groovy Waters,
Agent Orange,
Soft Cell,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.