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 Sweden and from Spokane.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 The Blackbyrds to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Young Marble Giants,
Ice-T,
Heaven 17,
The Moleskins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Monks,
David Bowie,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Q and Not U,
Joe Smooth,
Quantec,
Darondo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Second Layer,
Sex Pistols,
Von Mondo,
Dave Gahan,
Joey Negro,
Reagan Youth,
Brass Construction,
Johnny Clarke,
The Angels of Light,
The Walker Brothers,
Alison Limerick,
Don Cherry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Danielle Patucci,
Neu!,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Boz Scaggs,
Scratch Acid,
Tom Boy,
Scan 7,
Easy Going,
Warsaw,
Slave,
Severed Heads,
Harry Pussy,
The Music Machine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cameo,
Arab on Radar,
The Sonics,
Country Teasers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Groovy Waters,
Flipper,
The Saints,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Kinks,
Average White Band,
Idris Muhammad,
PIL,
The Cure,
Charles Mingus,
Zero Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
The Misunderstood,
Ken Boothe,
Royal Trux,
Agitation Free,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.