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 Slovakia and from New York.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Swell Maps to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
The Dirtbombs,
The Toasters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hardrive,
The Real Kids,
Tomorrow,
Eve St. Jones,
Moebius,
The Angels of Light,
The Star Department,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Flag,
AZ,
Half Japanese,
Intrusion,
Ronan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sällskapet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Parry Music,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Johnny Clarke,
John Holt,
CMW,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Stooges,
Liliput,
Talk Talk,
10cc,
R.M.O.,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gladiators,
Danielle Patucci,
Patti Smith,
Warsaw,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aloha Tigers,
X-Ray Spex,
Urselle,
DJ Style,
Accadde A,
Gichy Dan,
The Cramps,
The Fugs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Avey Tare,
ABBA,
Donald Byrd,
Reagan Youth,
The Remains,
The Blackbyrds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yellowson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
June of 44,
Todd Terry,
Tubeway Army,
Qualms,
Rufus Thomas,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.