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 Sri Lanka and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Sugar Minott 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Görl,
Cheater Slicks,
Bang On A Can,
Dark Day,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Blackbyrds,
Ten City,
The Sound,
Pagans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Soft Cell,
Television Personalities,
Howard Jones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Happenings,
the Association,
Cameo,
Hashim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Harmonia,
Brothers Johnson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Pretty Things,
Accadde A,
Minutemen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Move,
Von Mondo,
Country Teasers,
Cal Tjader,
Arthur Verocai,
Siglo XX,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Reed,
Symarip,
Idris Muhammad,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Sherman,
Technova,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sonny Sharrock,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tubeway Army,
The Knickerbockers,
Pylon,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Vogues,
Tomorrow,
Zero Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Anthony Braxton,
Darondo,
John Foxx,
Panda Bear,
H. Thieme,
EPMD,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.