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 Mali and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kurtis Blow to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cybotron,
Magma,
Sarah Menescal,
Sugar Minott,
Aswad,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Raincoats,
Wally Richardson,
Franke,
One Last Wish,
MDC,
Mission of Burma,
Alphaville,
T. Rex,
Dennis Brown,
Panda Bear,
Terry Callier,
The Human League,
Marc Almond,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Albert Ayler,
Iggy Pop,
The Slits,
Duran Duran,
Index,
Lower 48,
Cheater Slicks,
Radiohead,
Rekid,
The Pop Group,
Fatback Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Second Layer,
Skarface,
Essential Logic,
Slick Rick,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mars,
Dawn Penn,
Nick Fraelich,
Flipper,
Bobby Sherman,
Shoche,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cecil Taylor,
The Mojo Men,
Quantec,
Section 25,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Barracudas,
Procol Harum,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gun Club,
X-102,
Spandau Ballet,
Roger Hodgson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blake Baxter,
Japan,
David Bowie,
The Happenings,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.