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 Australia and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Television Personalities to the crunk 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Mojo Men,
The Moleskins,
Barrington Levy,
Colin Newman,
Tears for Fears,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultravox,
The Slits,
Donny Hathaway,
Curtis Mayfield,
This Heat,
Alice Coltrane,
R.M.O.,
Tom Boy,
Animal Collective,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mission of Burma,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jeff Mills,
Ponytail,
The Five Americans,
Johnny Clarke,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
cv313,
Accadde A,
Half Japanese,
Roger Hodgson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cybotron,
Quadrant,
Wire,
Bush Tetras,
Wings,
Roy Ayers,
The Names,
Absolute Body Control,
Erykah Badu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Severed Heads,
Terrestrial Tones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Chrome,
Urselle,
Soft Machine,
Vladislav Delay,
The Music Machine,
Howard Jones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Durutti Column,
Sonny Sharrock,
Oblivians,
Thompson Twins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Adolescents,
The Neon Judgement,
The Happenings,
Livin' Joy,
Masters at Work,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.