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 China and from Tehran.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Donald Fagen 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 Youth Brigade to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Sixth Finger,
Newcleus,
Lindisfarne,
Quando Quango,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alice Coltrane,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eden Ahbez,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Soft Cell,
Deakin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Smog,
The Saints,
Bob Dylan,
The Moody Blues,
The Young Rascals,
Television Personalities,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sun City Girls,
Ultra Naté,
Jerry's Kids,
Marvin Gaye,
the Germs,
Vainqueur,
Bush Tetras,
Johnny Clarke,
The Stooges,
Second Layer,
Prince Buster,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Neil Young,
The Happenings,
Junior Murvin,
Todd Rundgren,
Scientists,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Althea and Donna,
CMW,
Bootsy Collins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Piero Umiliani,
Eve St. Jones,
Minnie Riperton,
Mandrill,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gichy Dan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Depeche Mode,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sight & Sound,
Mark Hollis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aaron Thompson,
Model 500,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.