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 India and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Ultra Naté to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Walker Brothers,
Ossler,
Warsaw,
Reagan Youth,
Supertramp,
Robert Wyatt,
The United States of America,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
MDC,
Jawbox,
David Bowie,
Shoche,
Wally Richardson,
Blancmange,
Blake Baxter,
Tres Demented,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ronnie Foster,
John Foxx,
Albert Ayler,
Trumans Water,
The Stooges,
Rekid,
Absolute Body Control,
Cecil Taylor,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Trojans,
The Neon Judgement,
Jacques Brel,
Visage,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Residents,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultravox,
Saccharine Trust,
Au Pairs,
Piero Umiliani,
Das Ding,
Aloha Tigers,
cv313,
Deepchord,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jacob Miller,
Index,
Faust,
The Last Poets,
Second Layer,
Jeff Lynne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lyres,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
In Retrospect,
Eric Dolphy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Erasure,
This Heat,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.