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 Tunisia and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 The Martian to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Von Mondo,
Mission of Burma,
Amazonics,
Make Up,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Raincoats,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Monochrome Set,
Thompson Twins,
The Dead C,
Franke,
Nas,
Delta 5,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Schoolly D,
Sarah Menescal,
The Stooges,
Cal Tjader,
ABC,
Subhumans,
Nico,
Minutemen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Technova,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Connie Case,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rites of Spring,
Wolf Eyes,
Absolute Body Control,
Theoretical Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultravox,
Jeff Lynne,
China Crisis,
Josef K,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
E-Dancer,
The Grass Roots,
The Blues Magoos,
The Buckinghams,
Eric Copeland,
Scan 7,
Roxette,
Sound Behaviour,
Main Source,
Tubeway Army,
Yazoo,
DNA,
L. Decosne,
Max Romeo,
Drexciya,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.