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 Bolivia and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the grunge 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Ituana,
Dark Day,
The Moleskins,
New Order,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bronski Beat,
The Raincoats,
X-Ray Spex,
Sällskapet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fela Kuti,
MDC,
Brick,
Rapeman,
Au Pairs,
Massinfluence,
Joy Division,
Lindisfarne,
Deadbeat,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sandy B,
kango's stein massive,
Bauhaus,
June Days,
Leonard Cohen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Searchers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jawbox,
Gichy Dan,
Eric Copeland,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Shuggie Otis,
Althea and Donna,
Derrick May,
Minny Pops,
Eric Dolphy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
48th St. Collective,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lalann,
Sister Nancy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Kinks,
Zapp,
Terry Callier,
Grauzone,
Swans,
the Sonics,
The American Breed,
Surgeon,
Shoche,
X-102,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Darondo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bill Near,
Dead Boys,
John Cale,
Ultra Naté,
Funky Four + One,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.