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 Norway and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Joe Smooth to the electroclash 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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
The Five Americans,
Minor Threat,
Warsaw,
Kerri Chandler,
Charles Mingus,
Flipper,
the Soft Cell,
Fela Kuti,
Smog,
The Cowsills,
Kenny Larkin,
Pulsallama,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ice-T,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Womack,
U.S. Maple,
Eve St. Jones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marvin Gaye,
Alphaville,
China Crisis,
New Order,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Schoolly D,
Archie Shepp,
Toni Rubio,
The Fire Engines,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Skarface,
The Trojans,
Fear,
Bill Wells,
Joyce Sims,
Half Japanese,
Trumans Water,
The Red Krayola,
Scrapy,
Altered Images,
Pierre Henry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grauzone,
Yazoo,
Michelle Simonal,
Howard Jones,
Boredoms,
Neu!,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
ABC,
The Count Five,
Soft Cell,
Eden Ahbez,
Lucky Dragons,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Remains,
Oneida,
Youth Brigade,
Mary Jane Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.