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 Serbia and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Harmonia to the punk 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mad Mike record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
B.T. Express,
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare,
Sixth Finger,
Mr. Review,
The Grass Roots,
Sparks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lyres,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Music Machine,
Reagan Youth,
Pere Ubu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
David Axelrod,
Suicide,
Johnny Clarke,
H. Thieme,
Neil Young,
Dawn Penn,
Smog,
Cheater Slicks,
10cc,
The United States of America,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cowsills,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alton Ellis,
Al Stewart,
Lebanon Hanover,
Siglo XX,
Bauhaus,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Monks,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Hood,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kas Product,
Dead Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
T. Rex,
Scientists,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Zeros,
The Smoke,
The Moody Blues,
The Evens,
Unwound,
Susan Cadogan,
Groovy Waters,
The Pop Group,
The Human League,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Country Teasers,
Banda Bassotti,
Massinfluence,
Depeche Mode,
Althea and Donna,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.