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 Maldives and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 Ten City to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
The Monochrome Set,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
D'Angelo,
Jacques Brel,
Boz Scaggs,
Letta Mbulu,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Divine Comedy,
Fugazi,
Guru Guru,
Dave Gahan,
Au Pairs,
The Barracudas,
The Sound,
The Toasters,
Marc Almond,
Rufus Thomas,
Agitation Free,
The Angels of Light,
Soft Machine,
Echospace,
Cymande,
The Fuzztones,
Rapeman,
Pylon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Pus,
Ten City,
Stereo Dub,
Donny Hathaway,
Sun Ra,
The Modern Lovers,
Crash Course in Science,
Soul Sonic Force,
Qualms,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Boredoms,
Kevin Saunderson,
a-ha,
Television Personalities,
Can,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Iggy Pop,
The Knickerbockers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Babytalk,
Pere Ubu,
Audionom,
Aaron Thompson,
Ossler,
Pet Shop Boys,
Negative Approach,
Grauzone,
The Velvet Underground,
Glenn Branca,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.