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 Solomon Islands and from Milan.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the grime 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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Alison Limerick,
Throbbing Gristle,
Faust,
Deadbeat,
ABBA,
Ossler,
Moss Icon,
Con Funk Shun,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Mummies,
Freddie Wadling,
Das Ding,
Scott Walker,
X-101,
Popol Vuh,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Slick Rick,
the Normal,
PIL,
Japan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sandy B,
Cybotron,
The Divine Comedy,
Rufus Thomas,
The Music Machine,
Soul II Soul,
Joey Negro,
Tom Boy,
Vainqueur,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pierre Henry,
Swans,
Crooked Eye,
Metal Thangz,
Grey Daturas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fuzztones,
Gang Starr,
Gang Gang Dance,
Massinfluence,
Roger Hodgson,
Echospace,
Main Source,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
ABC,
Banda Bassotti,
Alton Ellis,
Hashim,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott Heron,
Thee Headcoats,
F. McDonald,
the Slits,
Section 25,
Derrick May,
The Fortunes,
Rakim,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.