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 Denmark and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fatback Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Thompson Twins,
Hot Snakes,
Japan,
ABBA,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hardrive,
Stereo Dub,
Eric Dolphy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Steve Hackett,
Kerri Chandler,
Eve St. Jones,
The Wake,
Goldenarms,
Cheater Slicks,
Mr. Review,
The Dirtbombs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dark Day,
Theoretical Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jacob Miller,
Echospace,
Dave Gahan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Junior Murvin,
The Real Kids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Qualms,
Interpol,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kaleidoscope,
Alice Coltrane,
Rod Modell,
The Gun Club,
The Monks,
Peter & Gordon,
Shuggie Otis,
EPMD,
Ponytail,
Quantec,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Bananas,
Model 500,
Ultra Naté,
DNA,
Symarip,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hasil Adkins,
Mo-Dettes,
Fat Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
the Slits,
John Cale,
Angry Samoans,
June Days,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.