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 Comoros and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Surgeon to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rod Modell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gong,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Andrew Hill,
Y Pants,
The Saints,
The Gap Band,
10cc,
Sun Ra,
Jawbox,
X-101,
Television,
Swell Maps,
Warren Ellis,
Sixth Finger,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hasil Adkins,
Scion,
Traffic Nightmare,
Urselle,
Cybotron,
Drexciya,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bauhaus,
The Mojo Men,
Flash Fearless,
The Star Department,
The Knickerbockers,
Tears for Fears,
The Cramps,
Panda Bear,
Gichy Dan,
Roy Ayers,
Nirvana,
The Raincoats,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yusef Lateef,
H. Thieme,
Jesper Dahlback,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Young Rascals,
The Neon Judgement,
Audionom,
Ornette Coleman,
The Slits,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Byrd,
The Black Dice,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Johnny Clarke,
Derrick May,
Judy Mowatt,
Easy Going,
The Victims,
John Holt,
Lou Reed,
Leonard Cohen,
The Techniques,
Duran Duran,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.