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 Burkina and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron 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 8 Eyed Spy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
The Tremeloes,
Gang Starr,
Connie Case,
Q and Not U,
Roxy Music,
Scan 7,
Pulsallama,
Dead Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeff Lynne,
Dave Gahan,
Nirvana,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Guru Guru,
Chrome,
Sarah Menescal,
Throbbing Gristle,
Be Bop Deluxe,
June of 44,
Nik Kershaw,
T. Rex,
the Swans,
Nico,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mr. Review,
Procol Harum,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nas,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Mummies,
Electric Prunes,
The New Christs,
John Lydon,
T.S.O.L.,
Terry Callier,
The Human League,
Hoover,
China Crisis,
Black Moon,
Sun Ra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Birthday Party,
Shoche,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Delta 5,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alphaville,
Metal Thangz,
Eurythmics,
Bang On A Can,
Bush Tetras,
The Five Americans,
Slave,
Animal Collective,
Outsiders,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marmalade,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.