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 Niger and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe 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 Make Up to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Busters,
MDC,
KRS-One,
Isaac Hayes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Real Kids,
Whodini,
Erasure,
The Gladiators,
Cecil Taylor,
Mary Jane Girls,
Symarip,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Robert Hood,
The Angels of Light,
The Birthday Party,
Nick Fraelich,
the Human League,
The Move,
ABC,
Sound Behaviour,
Mo-Dettes,
Joyce Sims,
Joey Negro,
Sex Pistols,
The Monks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Vladislav Delay,
Delon & Dalcan,
X-Ray Spex,
Fela Kuti,
Faust,
Sparks,
Scott Walker,
DNA,
Ornette Coleman,
K-Klass,
The Fire Engines,
Peter & Gordon,
Quantec,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Invisible,
Yazoo,
Lightning Bolt,
Bang On A Can,
Soul Sonic Force,
Make Up,
The Evens,
The Toasters,
Sarah Menescal,
Section 25,
The Five Americans,
Nas,
PIL,
Newcleus,
The Mummies,
The Cowsills,
David Axelrod,
The Associates,
The Kinks,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.