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 Seychelles and from Glasgow.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the rock 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth 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?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Wake,
Alice Coltrane,
Model 500,
Nico,
L. Decosne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Can,
Moby Grape,
Sonny Sharrock,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Don Cherry,
Charles Mingus,
The Gap Band,
The Saints,
Marc Almond,
Alton Ellis,
Make Up,
Vainqueur,
Camouflage,
One Last Wish,
The Remains,
Nirvana,
Mad Mike,
The Beau Brummels,
Bill Wells,
Marvin Gaye,
Depeche Mode,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Lydon,
Faraquet,
Pagans,
Laurel Aitken,
Kerri Chandler,
Excepter,
The Zeros,
Mark Hollis,
Gang of Four,
Sound Behaviour,
Sparks,
Colin Newman,
Negative Approach,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Organ,
Robert Görl,
Stetsasonic,
Black Bananas,
Godley & Creme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bauhaus,
Arthur Verocai,
The Music Machine,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ronnie Foster,
Barry Ungar,
The Sound,
Average White Band,
Michelle Simonal,
The Star Department,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.