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 Houston.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 Chrome to the rock 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Hot Snakes,
UT,
Shuggie Otis,
Joe Finger,
The Moody Blues,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
EPMD,
Kenny Larkin,
Scientists,
Yaz,
Excepter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Negative Approach,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Buckinghams,
The Martian,
Blancmange,
the Germs,
Hasil Adkins,
Roy Ayers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alton Ellis,
Schoolly D,
Ohio Players,
Roger Hodgson,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fortunes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
X-Ray Spex,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jerry's Kids,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Motions,
PIL,
The Dead C,
Sparks,
Ken Boothe,
Pantytec,
Isaac Hayes,
Kaleidoscope,
KRS-One,
Anthony Braxton,
Quando Quango,
David McCallum,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hoover,
Chris Corsano,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Velvet Underground,
Throbbing Gristle,
Juan Atkins,
Henry Cow,
Silicon Teens,
Symarip,
Eli Mardock,
Wire,
Visage,
DJ Style,
Sister Nancy,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.