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 Bangladesh and from Columbus.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the rap 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
The New Christs,
Cecil Taylor,
DJ Sneak,
Wolf Eyes,
Al Stewart,
Cheater Slicks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cowsills,
PIL,
Anakelly,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Slits,
U.S. Maple,
Agitation Free,
Little Man,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Byrd,
Rites of Spring,
Severed Heads,
X-Ray Spex,
Charles Mingus,
UT,
Amazonics,
kango's stein massive,
The Fuzztones,
the Slits,
The Evens,
Arab on Radar,
Surgeon,
Marmalade,
Laurel Aitken,
The Sound,
John Lydon,
Gichy Dan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roxette,
Shoche,
Loose Ends,
The Fugs,
Lindisfarne,
Sparks,
Supertramp,
Matthew Bourne,
Darondo,
Index,
the Bar-Kays,
This Heat,
Skarface,
Hasil Adkins,
World's Most,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Green,
Ultimate Spinach,
Reuben Wilson,
The Misunderstood,
Minutemen,
Vainqueur,
Neu!,
Jandek,
The Alarm Clocks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.