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 Swaziland 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron 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 New Order to the funk 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fear,
Oneida,
John Foxx,
PIL,
48th St. Collective,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Walker Brothers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Inner City,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gun Club,
Flipper,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mantronix,
The Gories,
MDC,
Funkadelic,
Warsaw,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Smiths,
Stereo Dub,
Fela Kuti,
Harry Pussy,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Music Machine,
Skaos,
Ornette Coleman,
Connie Case,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bluetip,
Byron Stingily,
The Star Department,
The Busters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Johnny Clarke,
Letta Mbulu,
Second Layer,
The Moody Blues,
Radiohead,
The New Christs,
The Vogues,
Sam Rivers,
Goldenarms,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Siglo XX,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Real Kids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scrapy,
Camouflage,
Radio Birdman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Count Five,
The Knickerbockers,
Brothers Johnson,
Pantytec,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gap Band,
Blancmange,
Main Source,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.