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 Moldova and from Houston.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 The Cowsills to the jazz 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Stooges,
Agitation Free,
Mantronix,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
H. Thieme,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
KRS-One,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fear,
Aloha Tigers,
The Misunderstood,
The Residents,
Eric B and Rakim,
Derrick Morgan,
The Doors,
Arthur Verocai,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gap Band,
The United States of America,
Accadde A,
Bluetip,
Crispian St. Peters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jacob Miller,
Don Cherry,
These Immortal Souls,
Basic Channel,
the Association,
Tubeway Army,
The Gladiators,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Interpol,
The Slits,
Wolf Eyes,
This Heat,
Dennis Brown,
Negative Approach,
Swell Maps,
Altered Images,
Fela Kuti,
Thee Headcoats,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Radio Birdman,
The Real Kids,
Janne Schatter,
David Axelrod,
Gichy Dan,
Television Personalities,
Eurythmics,
The Moleskins,
Parry Music,
Quantec,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Magazine,
Visage,
Buzzcocks,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.