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 El Salvador and from Manila.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Barracudas to the grime 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
CMW,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crime,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fugs,
Dave Gahan,
Motorama,
Banda Bassotti,
Roger Hodgson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
8 Eyed Spy,
Matthew Halsall,
Steve Hackett,
X-Ray Spex,
Cheater Slicks,
Fatback Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Echospace,
Mo-Dettes,
The Young Rascals,
Dead Boys,
The Sonics,
Marc Almond,
Subhumans,
Michelle Simonal,
The Alarm Clocks,
Electric Prunes,
Brand Nubian,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grauzone,
Hashim,
Q65,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Urselle,
Make Up,
Essential Logic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Quando Quango,
Lightning Bolt,
Vladislav Delay,
Nico,
the Swans,
The Raincoats,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joe Smooth,
Patti Smith,
A Certain Ratio,
Reagan Youth,
Whodini,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fuzztones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ralphi Rosario,
Intrusion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.