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 Angola and from Shanghai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wolf Eyes to the crunk 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mo-Dettes,
Fear,
Peter & Gordon,
Michelle Simonal,
The Techniques,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kayak,
Ultra Naté,
The Knickerbockers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aaron Thompson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Talk Talk,
Icehouse,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Move,
Gichy Dan,
Reagan Youth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Index,
The Names,
Yellowson,
Rapeman,
Donny Hathaway,
The Toasters,
Gastr Del Sol,
T.S.O.L.,
Slick Rick,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kaleidoscope,
Niagra,
John Cale,
Cheater Slicks,
Deepchord,
Colin Newman,
Crime,
Joey Negro,
Von Mondo,
Theoretical Girls,
Monks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brick,
Crash Course in Science,
Masters at Work,
The Blues Magoos,
Harpers Bizarre,
Junior Murvin,
Radiohead,
Curtis Mayfield,
Quantec,
Shuggie Otis,
the Bar-Kays,
Morten Harket,
The Motions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cecil Taylor,
Glenn Branca,
Massinfluence,
Yaz,
Al Stewart,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.