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 Niger and from Madrid.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin 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 Depeche Mode to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
David Bowie,
Liliput,
Ultimate Spinach,
Boredoms,
Chrome,
Tears for Fears,
Theoretical Girls,
The Young Rascals,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Star Department,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
R.M.O.,
Moss Icon,
Black Moon,
CMW,
Negative Approach,
Ponytail,
Robert Görl,
The Pretty Things,
Quadrant,
Robert Wyatt,
Tropical Tobacco,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Magazine,
Spandau Ballet,
Archie Shepp,
Subhumans,
Basic Channel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Angels of Light,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jandek,
Wolf Eyes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bush Tetras,
Nico,
Andrew Hill,
Lindisfarne,
Pere Ubu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Darondo,
The Evens,
Maurizio,
Susan Cadogan,
Minny Pops,
Rosa Yemen,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fela Kuti,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alphaville,
Terrestrial Tones,
Warren Ellis,
The Mummies,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mandrill,
Cluster,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.