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 Chile and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Q65 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Normal,
H. Thieme,
Robert Hood,
Magazine,
Joensuu 1685,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gastr Del Sol,
the Human League,
Man Eating Sloth,
Negative Approach,
Circle Jerks,
Heaven 17,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Christie,
Leonard Cohen,
The Offenders,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dead Boys,
Yazoo,
Dual Sessions,
Peter and Kerry,
Cal Tjader,
Unwound,
Essential Logic,
Derrick May,
Anthony Braxton,
Radiohead,
Urselle,
The Kinks,
Aloha Tigers,
Silicon Teens,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Vogues,
Alison Limerick,
Don Cherry,
The Divine Comedy,
MDC,
The Gap Band,
The Victims,
Nico,
Surgeon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marine Girls,
Desert Stars,
Letta Mbulu,
Nick Fraelich,
Whodini,
Youth Brigade,
Deepchord,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Techniques,
Loose Ends,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eric Dolphy,
One Last Wish,
Crime,
Popol Vuh,
The Standells,
Grey Daturas,
Brass Construction,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.