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 Iran 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Slits to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Silicon Teens,
Pantytec,
Warsaw,
Tim Buckley,
Joy Division,
Barbara Tucker,
The Beau Brummels,
Aaron Thompson,
Sex Pistols,
Pulsallama,
Brick,
Tears for Fears,
Mission of Burma,
Bang On A Can,
Goldenarms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Warren Ellis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Stooges,
Monks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yusef Lateef,
The Wake,
Joyce Sims,
Sexual Harrassment,
Niagra,
Intrusion,
Colin Newman,
Tommy Roe,
Slave,
Hot Snakes,
Icehouse,
the Normal,
the Bar-Kays,
Eli Mardock,
The Raincoats,
Rekid,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
La Düsseldorf,
Alphaville,
The Fire Engines,
Bauhaus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marcia Griffiths,
June Days,
Eric Copeland,
Sparks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kas Product,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deepchord,
Sarah Menescal,
PIL,
Susan Cadogan,
The Five Americans,
Scientists,
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.