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 Philippines and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Goldenarms to the funk 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scan 7,
The Smoke,
Lightning Bolt,
Masters at Work,
Toni Rubio,
Pole,
Blancmange,
Public Enemy,
Agitation Free,
Sugar Minott,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Divine Comedy,
The Busters,
Judy Mowatt,
Sällskapet,
48th St. Collective,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ludus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alison Limerick,
Porter Ricks,
Quantec,
Smog,
Chris & Cosey,
Wally Richardson,
Negative Approach,
Gang Gang Dance,
Oblivians,
Warsaw,
Bob Dylan,
Skaos,
Amon Düül,
The Doobie Brothers,
Second Layer,
The Techniques,
The Zeros,
PIL,
One Last Wish,
The Names,
Roy Ayers,
The Gladiators,
Jeff Lynne,
Bush Tetras,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Misunderstood,
Icehouse,
Bronski Beat,
Erykah Badu,
The Pretty Things,
The Litter,
Howard Jones,
The Last Poets,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tomorrow,
Yazoo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Johnny Clarke,
Slick Rick,
Glenn Branca,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gories,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.