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 Sierra Leone and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Young Rascals,
Alison Limerick,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Spoonie Gee,
Suburban Knight,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aloha Tigers,
Barry Ungar,
Slick Rick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Procol Harum,
the Human League,
Metal Thangz,
Ohio Players,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bob Dylan,
New Order,
MC5,
Bush Tetras,
Fat Boys,
Lower 48,
Kaleidoscope,
Schoolly D,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
H. Thieme,
Robert Görl,
Clear Light,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sun City Girls,
The Smoke,
Lindisfarne,
Andrew Hill,
LL Cool J,
Cybotron,
The Dirtbombs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Funkadelic,
Boz Scaggs,
Section 25,
Brick,
John Coltrane,
Main Source,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Moby Grape,
Girls At Our Best!,
Parry Music,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neil Young,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sun Ra,
Jandek,
Thompson Twins,
X-101,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Angry Samoans,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Mummies,
Hasil Adkins,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.