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 St Lucia and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 H. Thieme to the funk 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Tim Buckley,
Ponytail,
Black Bananas,
The Cramps,
Maleditus Sound,
Eurythmics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sister Nancy,
Henry Cow,
Subhumans,
Dead Boys,
Infiniti,
CMW,
Bobby Womack,
Barrington Levy,
Cluster,
The Associates,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Babytalk,
Quadrant,
Joe Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cecil Taylor,
Public Enemy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eric Dolphy,
DJ Style,
The Human League,
The Victims,
Angry Samoans,
The Trojans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brand Nubian,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cure,
Lalo Schifrin,
One Last Wish,
New York Dolls,
Ronnie Foster,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Steve Hackett,
the Swans,
Judy Mowatt,
Tom Boy,
Arcadia,
Mandrill,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aswad,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wings,
The Saints,
Motorama,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.