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 Croatia and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
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 guitar 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 FM Einheit to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
the Soft Cell,
David McCallum,
The Dead C,
Moby Grape,
Fat Boys,
The Evens,
Max Romeo,
Make Up,
Excepter,
Qualms,
Maleditus Sound,
John Coltrane,
La Düsseldorf,
Simply Red,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thompson Twins,
The Associates,
Tres Demented,
Visage,
The Saints,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kas Product,
Organ,
Marine Girls,
Bob Dylan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deepchord,
Loose Ends,
John Foxx,
Radiohead,
Subhumans,
Delta 5,
Dual Sessions,
Angry Samoans,
The Last Poets,
Robert Wyatt,
Motorama,
Drexciya,
One Last Wish,
Ice-T,
The Fall,
DNA,
Lalann,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Techniques,
Echospace,
Roy Ayers,
Hasil Adkins,
Pere Ubu,
Dawn Penn,
The Stooges,
10cc,
The Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wings,
Grey Daturas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Agitation Free,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.