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 Kuwait and from Shanghai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 L. Decosne to the electroclash 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Radiopuhelimet,
Au Pairs,
Brass Construction,
Dead Boys,
Siglo XX,
Delta 5,
Barry Ungar,
Unwound,
Flash Fearless,
Mission of Burma,
The Cure,
Accadde A,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Sound,
The Martian,
Tropical Tobacco,
a-ha,
Anthony Braxton,
Bang On A Can,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Bar-Kays,
OOIOO,
Nik Kershaw,
Bill Wells,
The Kinks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marmalade,
Tom Boy,
Judy Mowatt,
Liliput,
The J.B.'s,
Goldenarms,
Malaria!,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Henry Cow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
PIL,
Steve Hackett,
DNA,
Wings,
Kas Product,
Soul II Soul,
Television,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ralphi Rosario,
Panda Bear,
Aaron Thompson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hardrive,
Archie Shepp,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tubeway Army,
Harmonia,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ronan,
Supertramp,
Angry Samoans,
Infiniti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.