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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
U.S. Maple,
Charles Mingus,
Janne Schatter,
Au Pairs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Los Fastidios,
Easy Going,
Organ,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sandy B,
Junior Murvin,
Model 500,
Q and Not U,
the Germs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hasil Adkins,
Joensuu 1685,
Popol Vuh,
Minny Pops,
Jawbox,
The Techniques,
Scrapy,
Altered Images,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roxette,
The Leaves,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Searchers,
The Misunderstood,
The Saints,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Josef K,
Talk Talk,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Negative Approach,
Nik Kershaw,
Johnny Osbourne,
Make Up,
Harpers Bizarre,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sister Nancy,
Inner City,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gregory Isaacs,
B.T. Express,
John Coltrane,
Hashim,
Pierre Henry,
Oblivians,
Robert Hood,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Smiths,
Joy Division,
Television Personalities,
Yellowson,
Amon Düül II,
X-Ray Spex,
Lower 48,
The Index,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.