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 Guinea and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay 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 funk 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Scan 7,
The Beau Brummels,
Fluxion,
Black Flag,
Jacques Brel,
The Busters,
Faust,
Jeff Mills,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aloha Tigers,
Brothers Johnson,
Gong,
Aaron Thompson,
Althea and Donna,
Godley & Creme,
Pulsallama,
Letta Mbulu,
Sonic Youth,
Marmalade,
Colin Newman,
Erasure,
Television,
the Swans,
The Count Five,
Skarface,
Quantec,
Black Moon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joe Smooth,
Arthur Verocai,
Tears for Fears,
Silicon Teens,
Brass Construction,
Maleditus Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Make Up,
Rekid,
Don Cherry,
Fela Kuti,
Second Layer,
Matthew Halsall,
Joe Finger,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
June of 44,
Clear Light,
Sight & Sound,
Mr. Review,
The Flesh Eaters,
DNA,
Siglo XX,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Reagan Youth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nas,
The Searchers,
The Vogues,
The Detroit Cobras,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Five Americans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.