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 Madagascar and from Hong Kong.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Moby Grape to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Toni Rubio,
Matthew Bourne,
Pere Ubu,
Wolf Eyes,
Barry Ungar,
Eli Mardock,
The Moleskins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
EPMD,
Depeche Mode,
Altered Images,
Chris Corsano,
ABC,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Martian,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bill Wells,
Q and Not U,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gap Band,
The Slits,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Raincoats,
Joensuu 1685,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Michelle Simonal,
The Slackers,
the Germs,
Joey Negro,
The Tremeloes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mission of Burma,
Sixth Finger,
The Saints,
KRS-One,
Sonic Youth,
A Certain Ratio,
John Cale,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Five Americans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Das Ding,
Royal Trux,
Mo-Dettes,
Slave,
In Retrospect,
Arab on Radar,
Organ,
Hoover,
Funky Four + One,
Brand Nubian,
Zapp,
Aloha Tigers,
Drexciya,
Darondo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cal Tjader,
Bluetip,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Association,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.