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 Congo and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gang Green to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Cecil Taylor,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sisters of Mercy,
China Crisis,
Cameo,
The Electric Prunes,
Pylon,
Youth Brigade,
In Retrospect,
The Pop Group,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stockholm Monsters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barry Ungar,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Japan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Vladislav Delay,
the Soft Cell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Metal Thangz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Moleskins,
CMW,
Malaria!,
a-ha,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Carl Craig,
Marc Almond,
X-102,
Stetsasonic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Matthew Bourne,
Neu!,
MDC,
Laurel Aitken,
Surgeon,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Red Krayola,
Von Mondo,
The Human League,
Buzzcocks,
Adolescents,
Sparks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pantytec,
Bush Tetras,
The Motions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hashim,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Human League,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eric Dolphy,
Qualms,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.