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 Ireland 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Kayak,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Metal Thangz,
the Normal,
Interpol,
Davy DMX,
Talk Talk,
Bang On A Can,
Spandau Ballet,
The Dirtbombs,
Pere Ubu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Schoolly D,
Blancmange,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Divine Comedy,
Lindisfarne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Faust,
Faraquet,
Sugar Minott,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Man Parrish,
One Last Wish,
Zero Boys,
Wire,
Youth Brigade,
Sarah Menescal,
Marc Almond,
Arcadia,
Tres Demented,
Reagan Youth,
Young Marble Giants,
Eurythmics,
The Toasters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Young Rascals,
Porter Ricks,
Swans,
Cecil Taylor,
Jawbox,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DNA,
The Residents,
Loose Ends,
June Days,
David Bowie,
Kas Product,
World's Most,
Ice-T,
Cheater Slicks,
Rosa Yemen,
Clear Light,
Ronan,
The Red Krayola,
D'Angelo,
Von Mondo,
Yellowson,
Organ,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.