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 Bahrain and from Manila.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Q65 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
The Offenders,
John Foxx,
The Star Department,
Spandau Ballet,
Morten Harket,
Don Cherry,
Marine Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Barrington Levy,
Babytalk,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scan 7,
Ornette Coleman,
Kerri Chandler,
Sister Nancy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Niagra,
a-ha,
Ultravox,
Bush Tetras,
Adolescents,
Idris Muhammad,
K-Klass,
The Gap Band,
Khruangbin,
Ken Boothe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Duran Duran,
Flamin' Groovies,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Vogues,
The Slackers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fort Wilson Riot,
U.S. Maple,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun Ra,
The Gladiators,
Howard Jones,
Vladislav Delay,
Yazoo,
Half Japanese,
Marcia Griffiths,
Graham Central Station,
New Age Steppers,
Audionom,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Vainqueur,
Mantronix,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Echospace,
Bootsy Collins,
Blancmange,
The Neon Judgement,
Faraquet,
Masters at Work,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Blossom Toes,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.