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 Honduras and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Aloha Tigers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Anakelly,
Jacques Brel,
Susan Cadogan,
FM Einheit,
Mo-Dettes,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gap Band,
Slick Rick,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joe Finger,
The Gun Club,
Ronan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Tears for Fears,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fire Engines,
The Leaves,
The Sound,
Gang Green,
Tubeway Army,
Man Parrish,
Reuben Wilson,
Bill Near,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dead Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cal Tjader,
Flipper,
the Normal,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Raincoats,
Eric Copeland,
Lucky Dragons,
K-Klass,
Piero Umiliani,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bob Dylan,
Slave,
Chris & Cosey,
D'Angelo,
Al Stewart,
The American Breed,
The Invisible,
The Cowsills,
Scientists,
The Wake,
Graham Central Station,
Leonard Cohen,
The Dead C,
Sällskapet,
Mad Mike,
Hoover,
Hardrive,
Soul Sonic Force,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Colin Newman,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.