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 Jordan and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Vladislav Delay to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
This Heat,
Zapp,
Alison Limerick,
Pantaleimon,
Freddie Wadling,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nirvana,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Japan,
La Düsseldorf,
Jacques Brel,
Khruangbin,
kango's stein massive,
Camberwell Now,
Skriet,
The Slits,
R.M.O.,
Gichy Dan,
Derrick May,
The Doobie Brothers,
Liliput,
Q and Not U,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ludus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Newcleus,
Deakin,
Don Cherry,
Johnny Clarke,
MDC,
Model 500,
Todd Rundgren,
Can,
Pagans,
Absolute Body Control,
The Kinks,
Gerry Rafferty,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gories,
John Foxx,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rakim,
Arthur Verocai,
Morten Harket,
The Standells,
Erykah Badu,
F. McDonald,
Leonard Cohen,
Groovy Waters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Chrome,
Nik Kershaw,
Warren Ellis,
Rites of Spring,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hashim,
Young Marble Giants,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Red Krayola,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.