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 Nigeria and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Bauhaus to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Pussy Galore,
Underground Resistance,
Fugazi,
The Move,
Tubeway Army,
Von Mondo,
Yellowson,
Roxy Music,
Gichy Dan,
Kerri Chandler,
The Index,
Altered Images,
Hashim,
Johnny Clarke,
Tears for Fears,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
In Retrospect,
LL Cool J,
The Martian,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Graham Central Station,
The Offenders,
Duran Duran,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alice Coltrane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Red Krayola,
Organ,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang Starr,
Sixth Finger,
Janne Schatter,
Chris & Cosey,
The Buckinghams,
Pole,
R.M.O.,
Rotary Connection,
Drive Like Jehu,
Porter Ricks,
The Mummies,
Eurythmics,
The Busters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Audionom,
Whodini,
Deadbeat,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Normal,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brick,
Marc Almond,
John Foxx,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.