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 Jordan and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 The Shadows of Knight to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tears for Fears,
Bauhaus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Swans,
Minnie Riperton,
Jawbox,
Faust,
Charles Mingus,
Boredoms,
kango's stein massive,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Suburban Knight,
Marc Almond,
Lou Christie,
Nico,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Sherman,
A Certain Ratio,
Faraquet,
Khruangbin,
Nick Fraelich,
David McCallum,
The Count Five,
Roxy Music,
Cameo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultra Naté,
Rekid,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Porter Ricks,
H. Thieme,
Piero Umiliani,
Archie Shepp,
Sister Nancy,
Fluxion,
Eve St. Jones,
The Alarm Clocks,
X-102,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Heaven 17,
Shuggie Otis,
Lungfish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mission of Burma,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Velvet Underground,
Oneida,
The Moody Blues,
Bootsy Collins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Real Kids,
The Neon Judgement,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ponytail,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.