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 Tajikistan and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Moleskins to the electroclash 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang Green,
Marc Almond,
Minny Pops,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gladiators,
Barbara Tucker,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sound,
The Moody Blues,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pylon,
Rapeman,
Josef K,
Ten City,
The Gories,
Average White Band,
Chrome,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Motions,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Bar-Kays,
Blancmange,
Icehouse,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Searchers,
Kurtis Blow,
KRS-One,
Severed Heads,
The Moleskins,
Andrew Hill,
Colin Newman,
Lyres,
Whodini,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pet Shop Boys,
Negative Approach,
Wally Richardson,
Marshall Jefferson,
EPMD,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sex Pistols,
Delon & Dalcan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kevin Saunderson,
Laurel Aitken,
Roxette,
Camouflage,
Ronan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
PIL,
MDC,
Joe Smooth,
Stetsasonic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.