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 Kenya and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia 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 The Angels of Light to the funk 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
David Bowie,
Buzzcocks,
Robert Görl,
U.S. Maple,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fortunes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
David McCallum,
Moebius,
The Durutti Column,
the Germs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eric Copeland,
The Fall,
Grauzone,
This Heat,
F. McDonald,
The Trojans,
Bronski Beat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Television,
T. Rex,
Public Enemy,
FM Einheit,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Matthew Bourne,
The Evens,
The Searchers,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cramps,
The Human League,
Black Bananas,
Pulsallama,
Marcia Griffiths,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Severed Heads,
Black Moon,
Schoolly D,
Silicon Teens,
China Crisis,
Tom Boy,
Marshall Jefferson,
D'Angelo,
Marc Almond,
the Human League,
The Modern Lovers,
Arcadia,
The Doors,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Martian,
Crime,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dark Day,
One Last Wish,
Tears for Fears,
Dead Boys,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.