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 Finland and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 The Doors to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lungfish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The American Breed,
Wally Richardson,
New Order,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Outsiders,
Sight & Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wolf Eyes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Siglo XX,
Blancmange,
Wasted Youth,
Con Funk Shun,
the Human League,
Oblivians,
Darondo,
The Fugs,
X-Ray Spex,
The Slits,
David Bowie,
The Mummies,
Sandy B,
K-Klass,
Terry Callier,
Robert Hood,
Gang of Four,
Crash Course in Science,
ABC,
Scan 7,
Robert Görl,
Pantytec,
Steve Hackett,
Amon Düül,
Amazonics,
Smog,
Saccharine Trust,
Vladislav Delay,
Wings,
Agitation Free,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Oneida,
Subhumans,
EPMD,
John Lydon,
Newcleus,
Bill Near,
Thompson Twins,
Warren Ellis,
Maurizio,
Dave Gahan,
Soft Machine,
World's Most,
Rufus Thomas,
Matthew Halsall,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.