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 Greece and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin 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 Pantytec to the grunge 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
the Sonics,
The Evens,
Cymande,
Jimmy McGriff,
Silicon Teens,
Underground Resistance,
The Cowsills,
Erasure,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yazoo,
Reagan Youth,
Sister Nancy,
The Mummies,
Dawn Penn,
Marc Almond,
Brass Construction,
Wally Richardson,
Frankie Knuckles,
The United States of America,
The Modern Lovers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hoover,
James White and The Blacks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter & Gordon,
Avey Tare,
Schoolly D,
Interpol,
KRS-One,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fuzztones,
Bluetip,
Maleditus Sound,
Ice-T,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bootsy Collins,
Ohio Players,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stiv Bators,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Associates,
Darondo,
Pylon,
Fad Gadget,
The Mojo Men,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stetsasonic,
Metal Thangz,
The Smiths,
Kenny Larkin,
Fatback Band,
48th St. Collective,
Sunsets and Hearts,
10cc,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Normal,
Saccharine Trust,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.