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 Mauritius and from Madrid.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 The Durutti Column to the electroclash 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Subhumans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Malaria!,
Ronnie Foster,
The Buckinghams,
Yellowson,
Fat Boys,
Monks,
The United States of America,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wire,
Agitation Free,
Chris Corsano,
Qualms,
Suburban Knight,
Pierre Henry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Country Teasers,
Tears for Fears,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Last Poets,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ornette Coleman,
Connie Case,
ABBA,
Joe Smooth,
Drexciya,
World's Most,
Lyres,
Quantec,
The Shadows of Knight,
Loose Ends,
Ituana,
Magma,
Joy Division,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dark Day,
Tropical Tobacco,
Harmonia,
Marcia Griffiths,
Easy Going,
Amazonics,
Sparks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flash Fearless,
The Fall,
Pantytec,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jacob Miller,
Marmalade,
The Dirtbombs,
James White and The Blacks,
Gichy Dan,
Byron Stingily,
In Retrospect,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.