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 Papua New Guinea and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet 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 The Fortunes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Eli Mardock,
Supertramp,
ABBA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alton Ellis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Whodini,
Danielle Patucci,
Smog,
Connie Case,
Max Romeo,
Laurel Aitken,
cv313,
Procol Harum,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Q65,
Eve St. Jones,
Swell Maps,
Q and Not U,
a-ha,
Juan Atkins,
Zapp,
Scion,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Arab on Radar,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Dead C,
Gichy Dan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeff Lynne,
Bad Manners,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
48th St. Collective,
The Raincoats,
The Martian,
Anthony Braxton,
Ronnie Foster,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Barracudas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eden Ahbez,
Cecil Taylor,
Pantytec,
Neu!,
Blake Baxter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Surgeon,
Marine Girls,
L. Decosne,
Electric Prunes,
Swans,
Pierre Henry,
New York Dolls,
Sonic Youth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.