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 Morocco and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ 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 Derrick Morgan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cymande,
Bobby Byrd,
AZ,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Divine Comedy,
Carl Craig,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marcia Griffiths,
Harry Pussy,
Mission of Burma,
DJ Style,
Aswad,
Lou Reed,
Althea and Donna,
Crime,
Newcleus,
Lee Hazlewood,
Girls At Our Best!,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Young Rascals,
Cybotron,
the Sonics,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
E-Dancer,
The Buckinghams,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Toni Rubio,
The Cure,
The Victims,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Holt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Monks,
Tres Demented,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Amon Düül II,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minutemen,
The Star Department,
Scratch Acid,
Popol Vuh,
DJ Sneak,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Lydon,
Crash Course in Science,
Icehouse,
X-102,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brothers Johnson,
The Zeros,
David McCallum,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.