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 Namibia and from Delhi.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the crunk 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Television,
The American Breed,
Swell Maps,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Bananas,
Pierre Henry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Peter and Kerry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
D'Angelo,
Jacques Brel,
The Modern Lovers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Goldenarms,
the Germs,
Thee Headcoats,
Traffic Nightmare,
James White and The Blacks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scion,
Sixth Finger,
ABC,
The Human League,
Nation of Ulysses,
Babytalk,
Lindisfarne,
Ronan,
KRS-One,
Pylon,
kango's stein massive,
Youth Brigade,
Dead Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Whodini,
Organ,
Donny Hathaway,
Patti Smith,
U.S. Maple,
These Immortal Souls,
Swans,
AZ,
Todd Rundgren,
Marvin Gaye,
The J.B.'s,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hoover,
Kas Product,
R.M.O.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Red Krayola,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dark Day,
The Shadows of Knight,
Public Enemy,
Underground Resistance,
Talk Talk,
The Residents,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
H. Thieme,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.