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 Montenegro and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Unrelated Segments to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Y Pants,
Wings,
Jeff Mills,
Mark Hollis,
The Motions,
This Heat,
Royal Trux,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gladiators,
Silicon Teens,
The Barracudas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Doors,
Gichy Dan,
Easy Going,
The Modern Lovers,
Boz Scaggs,
Matthew Bourne,
E-Dancer,
Delon & Dalcan,
Funkadelic,
T. Rex,
Index,
Niagra,
Glenn Branca,
Boogie Down Productions,
Swans,
Japan,
Babytalk,
Aural Exciters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Letta Mbulu,
Funky Four + One,
Arcadia,
Rekid,
Yaz,
Lalann,
Lakeside,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Germs,
Joe Smooth,
Procol Harum,
Minny Pops,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Slave,
These Immortal Souls,
Excepter,
The Sonics,
Unwound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Average White Band,
Model 500,
Mo-Dettes,
the Slits,
The Wake,
Dark Day,
Aaron Thompson,
The Monks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Prince Buster,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.