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 Belgium and from Taipei.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pussy Galore,
Whodini,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fugazi,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Slick Rick,
Henry Cow,
Electric Prunes,
Mandrill,
Jeff Lynne,
Sällskapet,
Animal Collective,
the Normal,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bill Near,
the Sonics,
Q and Not U,
Colin Newman,
Youth Brigade,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Angels of Light,
The Modern Lovers,
Qualms,
Accadde A,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Television,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wally Richardson,
Malaria!,
Man Parrish,
Robert Wyatt,
Sight & Sound,
Lungfish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lucky Dragons,
Michelle Simonal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Little Man,
New York Dolls,
U.S. Maple,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Basic Channel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
June Days,
K-Klass,
The Electric Prunes,
F. McDonald,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marmalade,
Anakelly,
10cc,
The Seeds,
Gang of Four,
The Associates,
Tears for Fears,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.