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 El Salvador 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Vogues to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Simply Red,
FM Einheit,
Arcadia,
Mars,
Marc Almond,
Ultimate Spinach,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barry Ungar,
Aloha Tigers,
Ornette Coleman,
Babytalk,
Carl Craig,
The Tremeloes,
Siglo XX,
Deakin,
Bill Wells,
Peter and Kerry,
the Germs,
Qualms,
Skaos,
Nik Kershaw,
Rhythm & Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dark Day,
John Lydon,
Boz Scaggs,
PIL,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Pantytec,
AZ,
Gang Starr,
T. Rex,
CMW,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dead Boys,
Joyce Sims,
Crash Course in Science,
The Black Dice,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Massinfluence,
Eric Dolphy,
Joy Division,
Swell Maps,
The Misunderstood,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pulsallama,
MC5,
Marine Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Görl,
Joe Finger,
ABBA,
Brass Construction,
Fat Boys,
Quadrant,
Infiniti,
Howard Jones,
The Evens,
Intrusion,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.