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 Equatorial Guinea and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the guitar 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 Tubeway Army to the jazz 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
The Vogues,
Wire,
Gang Green,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Walker Brothers,
The Human League,
Bang On A Can,
Lalo Schifrin,
Television,
Eric Copeland,
The New Christs,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cure,
the Bar-Kays,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mandrill,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marvin Gaye,
Scott Walker,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deakin,
China Crisis,
T. Rex,
Suburban Knight,
Colin Newman,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Count Five,
Vladislav Delay,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Laurel Aitken,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Unrelated Segments,
New Order,
The Trojans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Five Americans,
Leonard Cohen,
Procol Harum,
Shuggie Otis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cal Tjader,
UT,
Eli Mardock,
Drexciya,
The Sonics,
Ultravox,
Dual Sessions,
the Human League,
Country Teasers,
The Last Poets,
Soul II Soul,
The Stooges,
Desert Stars,
U.S. Maple,
The Offenders,
Buzzcocks,
Suicide,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.