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 Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet 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 Radiopuhelimet to the rock 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Kas Product,
Moebius,
Boredoms,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The United States of America,
Byron Stingily,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Adolescents,
Hasil Adkins,
The Buckinghams,
Deakin,
Altered Images,
Eden Ahbez,
Robert Görl,
Anthony Braxton,
The Real Kids,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Lebanon Hanover,
Terrestrial Tones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Music Machine,
Iggy Pop,
Warren Ellis,
Marvin Gaye,
Das Ding,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Hutcherson,
New Order,
Lower 48,
Jeru the Damaja,
Index,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tim Buckley,
Metal Thangz,
Y Pants,
Tubeway Army,
Blake Baxter,
Matthew Bourne,
Flamin' Groovies,
D'Angelo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
June of 44,
Mad Mike,
Yellowson,
Derrick Morgan,
Organ,
Silicon Teens,
The Selecter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Moss Icon,
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Maurizio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Birthday Party,
Sight & Sound,
LL Cool J,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.