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 Syria and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Star Department to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Music Machine,
Connie Case,
Freddie Wadling,
Public Enemy,
Ice-T,
The Gun Club,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alice Coltrane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Main Source,
Terrestrial Tones,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Moody Blues,
CMW,
Wally Richardson,
Aloha Tigers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bad Manners,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rod Modell,
Country Teasers,
Alphaville,
Deadbeat,
Reuben Wilson,
Khruangbin,
Crime,
Roy Ayers,
Animal Collective,
Gabor Szabo,
Yaz,
Suicide,
Ultravox,
Arcadia,
Ituana,
The Durutti Column,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Malaria!,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Howard Jones,
Dead Boys,
DJ Style,
June of 44,
The Busters,
The Gories,
Rufus Thomas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Danielle Patucci,
Godley & Creme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Moby Grape,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pere Ubu,
The Red Krayola,
Quando Quango,
Goldenarms,
The Wake,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.