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 Vietnam and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Wings to the dance 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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Wally Richardson,
The Names,
Eddi Front,
Fugazi,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Christie,
The Birthday Party,
The Invisible,
Michelle Simonal,
Maleditus Sound,
John Foxx,
Bluetip,
Inner City,
the Association,
The Gladiators,
Thompson Twins,
Ten City,
Ludus,
Roxette,
Letta Mbulu,
Arcadia,
Harry Pussy,
Q and Not U,
Livin' Joy,
Country Teasers,
K-Klass,
Hot Snakes,
Wings,
The Buckinghams,
The Five Americans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sixth Finger,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gap Band,
Laurel Aitken,
CMW,
The Skatalites,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alton Ellis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Echospace,
Surgeon,
X-Ray Spex,
Jacob Miller,
Pantaleimon,
Banda Bassotti,
Delta 5,
Rufus Thomas,
Guru Guru,
Robert Hood,
Crime,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Knickerbockers,
Anthony Braxton,
R.M.O.,
The Happenings,
The Fortunes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Loose Ends,
Rekid,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.