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 Samoa and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Smoke to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Newcleus,
Piero Umiliani,
Little Man,
Basic Channel,
Monolake,
John Cale,
Anakelly,
Sam Rivers,
Roy Ayers,
The American Breed,
Flash Fearless,
Minor Threat,
Television Personalities,
Kas Product,
Essential Logic,
Pierre Henry,
Groovy Waters,
Susan Cadogan,
Ludus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Reuben Wilson,
This Heat,
Arcadia,
Y Pants,
June Days,
Sound Behaviour,
Suicide,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Josef K,
Easy Going,
Skaos,
the Sonics,
The Mummies,
Joe Finger,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Moon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Sonics,
The Misunderstood,
Black Pus,
Darondo,
Spandau Ballet,
Robert Wyatt,
Aural Exciters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Negative Approach,
Blossom Toes,
Stiv Bators,
Bronski Beat,
Ultra Naté,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Bananas,
Aswad,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.