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 Copenhagen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 Mantronix 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Amazonics,
Chris & Cosey,
Blancmange,
Dorothy Ashby,
Piero Umiliani,
Ituana,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Doors,
Howard Jones,
Saccharine Trust,
The Names,
The Martian,
Kerri Chandler,
DJ Style,
Wally Richardson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Godley & Creme,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
OOIOO,
Niagra,
Scratch Acid,
Cluster,
Y Pants,
Oneida,
Gong,
Liliput,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cal Tjader,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Sonics,
The Litter,
Deakin,
Wings,
Scion,
the Bar-Kays,
Ohio Players,
Nils Olav,
Slave,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Circle Jerks,
Roxette,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Erasure,
Isaac Hayes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cure,
Lower 48,
The Fugs,
Unrelated Segments,
Pierre Henry,
Eddi Front,
Television,
Swans,
The Stooges,
Lindisfarne,
Subhumans,
Zero Boys,
Swell Maps,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.