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 Dominican Republic and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The American Breed to the disco 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Television,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeff Mills,
Quadrant,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sonny Sharrock,
Essential Logic,
Absolute Body Control,
Vladislav Delay,
Bluetip,
The Associates,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pagans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Suburban Knight,
Rekid,
The Walker Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Selecter,
Erasure,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jeff Lynne,
The Blackbyrds,
Country Teasers,
Magazine,
Shoche,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ken Boothe,
Drexciya,
Eve St. Jones,
Saccharine Trust,
Pantaleimon,
Eric Dolphy,
Eric Copeland,
Arthur Verocai,
Sixth Finger,
Clear Light,
The Fire Engines,
The Offenders,
Suicide,
Cluster,
China Crisis,
Michelle Simonal,
The Mojo Men,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Judy Mowatt,
Silicon Teens,
X-101,
Lou Christie,
Althea and Donna,
Amon Düül,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dual Sessions,
Adolescents,
Blake Baxter,
Q65,
The Angels of Light,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.