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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
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 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 Franke to the dance 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Goldenarms,
Malaria!,
Alison Limerick,
X-101,
Johnny Clarke,
Buzzcocks,
Alphaville,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cameo,
Skarface,
Matthew Halsall,
Lungfish,
Roger Hodgson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ten City,
Scan 7,
Los Fastidios,
E-Dancer,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Anakelly,
Scratch Acid,
Livin' Joy,
Wolf Eyes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Television,
Kayak,
Radio Birdman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Selecter,
The American Breed,
Sight & Sound,
Magma,
The Wake,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Franke,
This Heat,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Connie Case,
Gil Scott Heron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
James White and The Blacks,
Piero Umiliani,
ABC,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Five Americans,
John Foxx,
Television Personalities,
Sonic Youth,
Rakim,
Dave Gahan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aswad,
Tomorrow,
Mantronix,
China Crisis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flash Fearless,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.