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 Benin and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Stockholm Monsters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Sexual Harrassment,
Agitation Free,
Urselle,
Los Fastidios,
Nirvana,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Young Rascals,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Smiths,
Duran Duran,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stiv Bators,
Crime,
Boredoms,
The Count Five,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joe Smooth,
The Busters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Negative Approach,
Lungfish,
The Raincoats,
Suicide,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Tremeloes,
Skriet,
MDC,
The Residents,
Traffic Nightmare,
Junior Murvin,
Moss Icon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Letta Mbulu,
The Stooges,
The Human League,
Rekid,
China Crisis,
Faust,
Henry Cow,
Todd Terry,
June Days,
Johnny Clarke,
Reagan Youth,
Bad Manners,
Grauzone,
Tears for Fears,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Byron Stingily,
The Evens,
Circle Jerks,
Lucky Dragons,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Second Layer,
Tom Boy,
Lightning Bolt,
Nico,
The Gories,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Vladislav Delay,
Alton Ellis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Bananas,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.