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 St Lucia and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Radiopuhelimet to the techno 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Buzzcocks,
Easy Going,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
T. Rex,
DNA,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alton Ellis,
Y Pants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grauzone,
Television Personalities,
Vainqueur,
Piero Umiliani,
Symarip,
Nick Fraelich,
The Residents,
Eric Copeland,
Kenny Larkin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crooked Eye,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deepchord,
James White and The Blacks,
Heaven 17,
Rosa Yemen,
The Slackers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Junior Murvin,
Clear Light,
Fad Gadget,
Wire,
Glenn Branca,
Faust,
Roger Hodgson,
Sonic Youth,
Zero Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dual Sessions,
Smog,
Slick Rick,
Absolute Body Control,
Niagra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Five Americans,
Negative Approach,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Mojo Men,
Suburban Knight,
The Gun Club,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sight & Sound,
The Cowsills,
Scratch Acid,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.