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 Mali and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sam Rivers,
Gang of Four,
Rites of Spring,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eurythmics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sun Ra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Masters at Work,
Lindisfarne,
Matthew Bourne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cowsills,
Stereo Dub,
Oneida,
New Order,
The Count Five,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cramps,
Technova,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Todd Terry,
Unwound,
Basic Channel,
Dawn Penn,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Monochrome Set,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Birthday Party,
Jawbox,
Saccharine Trust,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The New Christs,
The Neon Judgement,
Charles Mingus,
The Gun Club,
The Residents,
Flash Fearless,
The Busters,
Black Flag,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Mummies,
Mary Jane Girls,
Underground Resistance,
Shoche,
Davy DMX,
Lyres,
Bronski Beat,
China Crisis,
Nas,
Pierre Henry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
UT,
Eden Ahbez,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.