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 Bolivia and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 PIL to the electroclash 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Blake Baxter,
Sound Behaviour,
The Leaves,
Tommy Roe,
Deepchord,
Crash Course in Science,
the Germs,
The Gladiators,
The Standells,
Prince Buster,
Marmalade,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
This Heat,
Blancmange,
Con Funk Shun,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Litter,
48th St. Collective,
Whodini,
Arab on Radar,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lou Christie,
Rod Modell,
The Offenders,
The Kinks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yusef Lateef,
Chrome,
Kaleidoscope,
Shoche,
Junior Murvin,
UT,
kango's stein massive,
Dual Sessions,
Moebius,
Erykah Badu,
Donald Byrd,
The Young Rascals,
Tomorrow,
Amon Düül,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Flash Fearless,
Warsaw,
Sexual Harrassment,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minny Pops,
The Vogues,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Magazine,
Theoretical Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
Blossom Toes,
Ituana,
Minnie Riperton,
Lower 48,
Sun City Girls,
Electric Prunes,
Franke,
The Residents,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.