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 Benin and from Edmonton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Spandau Ballet to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang Green,
David McCallum,
Bauhaus,
Pylon,
The Remains,
Graham Central Station,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aaron Thompson,
Erasure,
Wally Richardson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arcadia,
Parry Music,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Faraquet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marmalade,
Aural Exciters,
The Smiths,
Kurtis Blow,
Bronski Beat,
The Neon Judgement,
June Days,
Fat Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Radiohead,
Gabor Szabo,
The Stooges,
Gichy Dan,
The Doors,
Ultravox,
ABC,
Michelle Simonal,
Procol Harum,
Inner City,
the Germs,
Robert Wyatt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gil Scott Heron,
Don Cherry,
Los Fastidios,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wire,
The Last Poets,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Sherman,
Infiniti,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Leaves,
Brothers Johnson,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cowsills,
Sonic Youth,
Joey Negro,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.