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 Moldova and from Lagos.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Lou Reed 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Amon Düül,
The Cramps,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ossler,
The Cure,
Circle Jerks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blancmange,
Public Enemy,
Newcleus,
Scion,
Bronski Beat,
Gong,
Blossom Toes,
The Red Krayola,
X-Ray Spex,
Interpol,
Albert Ayler,
Peter & Gordon,
Lyres,
10cc,
The Motions,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hoover,
Agitation Free,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Surgeon,
Hardrive,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cal Tjader,
Arthur Verocai,
Nation of Ulysses,
Juan Atkins,
Barry Ungar,
Little Man,
Laurel Aitken,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Radiopuhelimet,
June Days,
Banda Bassotti,
Dave Gahan,
Janne Schatter,
UT,
Monolake,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Womack,
X-102,
Unrelated Segments,
Nils Olav,
Barclay James Harvest,
Electric Prunes,
Barbara Tucker,
Mission of Burma,
Sandy B,
Spoonie Gee,
David Bowie,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Oblivians,
Underground Resistance,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.