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 Benin and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes 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 Carl Craig to the rock 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace 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?
Pere Ubu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chris & Cosey,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mad Mike,
Groovy Waters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Andrew Hill,
Porter Ricks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Smoke,
Janne Schatter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Newcleus,
Avey Tare,
Chris Corsano,
The Human League,
Barry Ungar,
Wings,
Robert Wyatt,
The Busters,
Simply Red,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The J.B.'s,
AZ,
Traffic Nightmare,
Popol Vuh,
Junior Murvin,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Flag,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Victims,
Gang Green,
The Count Five,
Sam Rivers,
Malaria!,
The Searchers,
Radio Birdman,
Trumans Water,
Brick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camouflage,
Bill Near,
Mary Jane Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
The Buckinghams,
Circle Jerks,
Reagan Youth,
Cymande,
Clear Light,
The Invisible,
The Real Kids,
The Residents,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David Axelrod,
DNA,
Quando Quango,
Mark Hollis,
Duran Duran,
Main Source,
ABC,
Hot Snakes,
Zapp,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.