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 Uganda 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 Throbbing Gristle to the jazz 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
China Crisis,
Scratch Acid,
DJ Style,
D'Angelo,
Flash Fearless,
Charles Mingus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brothers Johnson,
Morten Harket,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Arab on Radar,
Organ,
The Human League,
The Tremeloes,
Black Flag,
The Raincoats,
Cymande,
Joe Finger,
Ohio Players,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chris Corsano,
Gong,
Aloha Tigers,
The Standells,
Aural Exciters,
Hoover,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marmalade,
a-ha,
The Angels of Light,
Amazonics,
Sarah Menescal,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang Starr,
Oblivians,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Goldenarms,
Funky Four + One,
Soft Cell,
The Cure,
the Slits,
Lakeside,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Country Teasers,
Excepter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Piero Umiliani,
The Martian,
Unrelated Segments,
Scientists,
The Doobie Brothers,
Newcleus,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gap Band,
Ken Boothe,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.