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 Vanuatu and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Flash Fearless to the disco 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Spandau Ballet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Smoke,
Stereo Dub,
Eddi Front,
Youth Brigade,
Dead Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
Television,
The Slackers,
Scion,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Glenn Branca,
Television Personalities,
The Index,
The Gun Club,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lalann,
Peter and Kerry,
The Tremeloes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crooked Eye,
Main Source,
Marine Girls,
Howard Jones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ken Boothe,
Camouflage,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Zero Boys,
Scientists,
The Vogues,
The Monochrome Set,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bob Dylan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Graham Central Station,
Laurel Aitken,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Young Marble Giants,
Essential Logic,
B.T. Express,
Accadde A,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Dirtbombs,
Barbara Tucker,
the Association,
Nick Fraelich,
Toni Rubio,
Freddie Wadling,
The Kinks,
The Human League,
Reagan Youth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.