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 Argentina and from Milan.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the funk 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
The Gories,
Dave Gahan,
The Tremeloes,
The Move,
Lakeside,
Joensuu 1685,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
CMW,
Gong,
Ultravox,
Juan Atkins,
Rod Modell,
David Bowie,
The Angels of Light,
Zapp,
Michelle Simonal,
Siglo XX,
Althea and Donna,
Nico,
The Saints,
Monolake,
Delta 5,
Wasted Youth,
Piero Umiliani,
Brothers Johnson,
The Grass Roots,
Gang Starr,
Skriet,
the Swans,
Matthew Halsall,
The Leaves,
The Flesh Eaters,
Underground Resistance,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gabor Szabo,
The United States of America,
Nirvana,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cheater Slicks,
Todd Rundgren,
the Association,
Depeche Mode,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bill Wells,
Oneida,
The New Christs,
Crispy Ambulance,
MDC,
Rosa Yemen,
Eden Ahbez,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vladislav Delay,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Supertramp,
Cabaret Voltaire,
X-Ray Spex,
Aural Exciters,
KRS-One,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.