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 France and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 Duran Duran to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mandrill,
Marc Almond,
The Techniques,
Pole,
Joensuu 1685,
The Alarm Clocks,
Trumans Water,
Blake Baxter,
Symarip,
Kool Moe Dee,
Susan Cadogan,
Lalann,
Desert Stars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Divine Comedy,
Sarah Menescal,
Skaos,
Severed Heads,
Albert Ayler,
China Crisis,
Hoover,
The Motions,
Alice Coltrane,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mo-Dettes,
Charles Mingus,
Skarface,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Amon Düül II,
DJ Style,
The Kinks,
Subhumans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Intrusion,
Kayak,
Ludus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fall,
Au Pairs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thompson Twins,
Mad Mike,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rakim,
The Offenders,
Inner City,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Last Poets,
Surgeon,
Angry Samoans,
Mark Hollis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alphaville,
Funkadelic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Fania All-Stars,
Godley & Creme,
Anakelly,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.