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 Guinea-Bissau and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 The Trojans to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Matthew Halsall,
Pantytec,
Newcleus,
Porter Ricks,
Erasure,
Yazoo,
Fatback Band,
Ronan,
Joy Division,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jesper Dahlback,
Blancmange,
The Invisible,
The Electric Prunes,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Walker Brothers,
Visage,
Fluxion,
Ultra Naté,
In Retrospect,
The Music Machine,
The Smoke,
Zero Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
The Doors,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Zapp,
The J.B.'s,
Can,
Jeff Mills,
the Normal,
Essential Logic,
Connie Case,
Arthur Verocai,
Monolake,
The Monochrome Set,
Morten Harket,
The Gladiators,
Al Stewart,
Sun City Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Inner City,
Sixth Finger,
Mo-Dettes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Boredoms,
T.S.O.L.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Derrick May,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Intrusion,
Simply Red,
Brand Nubian,
The Martian,
Altered Images,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Flesh Eaters,
Funky Four + One,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.