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 Portugal and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 Mandrill to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Whodini,
Moby Grape,
Deadbeat,
Erykah Badu,
Bang On A Can,
Barclay James Harvest,
Funkadelic,
David McCallum,
Y Pants,
Animal Collective,
Reagan Youth,
Johnny Clarke,
Bush Tetras,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Niagra,
Sandy B,
Quando Quango,
Eli Mardock,
Cluster,
Swell Maps,
Rites of Spring,
June of 44,
Prince Buster,
Infiniti,
New Order,
The Toasters,
The Kinks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kenny Larkin,
The Leaves,
Scratch Acid,
Hasil Adkins,
Unwound,
Fear,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Associates,
Half Japanese,
Banda Bassotti,
Youth Brigade,
Lower 48,
The Fuzztones,
Matthew Bourne,
H. Thieme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Birthday Party,
B.T. Express,
X-102,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brick,
OOIOO,
Todd Terry,
Surgeon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Amon Düül II,
Joe Smooth,
Clear Light,
Rapeman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Isaac Hayes,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.