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 Malawi and from Portland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 Camberwell Now to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stockholm Monsters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
D'Angelo,
Tubeway Army,
The Motions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blake Baxter,
Crime,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stereo Dub,
Ponytail,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sugar Minott,
Prince Buster,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Pus,
Excepter,
The Raincoats,
The Dead C,
Ronan,
Rhythm & Sound,
LL Cool J,
MC5,
Au Pairs,
Bluetip,
Flipper,
Gang Green,
Bob Dylan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Simply Red,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Toasters,
Derrick Morgan,
PIL,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang of Four,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rakim,
Albert Ayler,
Barry Ungar,
Avey Tare,
Black Bananas,
Andrew Hill,
The Selecter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Subhumans,
Q65,
Quadrant,
Ultravox,
The Stooges,
The Offenders,
Jerry's Kids,
Dawn Penn,
Alice Coltrane,
Erasure,
Spandau Ballet,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Move,
Eric B and Rakim,
Can,
Wire,
Television Personalities,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.