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 Uzbekistan 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lindisfarne to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grauzone,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cheater Slicks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Chris Corsano,
Spoonie Gee,
Terrestrial Tones,
Avey Tare,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Popol Vuh,
Duran Duran,
Simply Red,
Masters at Work,
Ice-T,
The Electric Prunes,
Metal Thangz,
Silicon Teens,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hot Snakes,
The Fall,
Connie Case,
Young Marble Giants,
DNA,
LL Cool J,
Ossler,
Oblivians,
Adolescents,
Blancmange,
Black Flag,
Vladislav Delay,
Alice Coltrane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minny Pops,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thompson Twins,
The Beau Brummels,
Los Fastidios,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Cale,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Slick Rick,
Bush Tetras,
Flash Fearless,
Scion,
MDC,
Moby Grape,
Barrington Levy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bang On A Can,
Sparks,
Zero Boys,
John Holt,
Public Enemy,
10cc,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Byrd,
the Soft Cell,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.