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 Benin and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum 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 Babytalk to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Subhumans,
Maleditus Sound,
Bad Manners,
Pantaleimon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Liliput,
Can,
Pussy Galore,
Roger Hodgson,
Supertramp,
Dennis Brown,
Monks,
The Move,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deakin,
Connie Case,
Motorama,
Moebius,
Loose Ends,
Hot Snakes,
Hashim,
Spoonie Gee,
Scrapy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Derrick Morgan,
Morten Harket,
Niagra,
LL Cool J,
Albert Ayler,
Simply Red,
The Saints,
John Cale,
D'Angelo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jerry's Kids,
Urselle,
The Seeds,
Faust,
La Düsseldorf,
Erykah Badu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Human League,
Bush Tetras,
Livin' Joy,
Wings,
The Vogues,
Black Flag,
The Real Kids,
Oblivians,
MDC,
Tom Boy,
Dave Gahan,
Toni Rubio,
Janne Schatter,
Unwound,
Crispian St. Peters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pierre Henry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Agent Orange,
Howard Jones,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.