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 Guatemala and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nirvana to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 Dave Clark Five,
Black Pus,
John Coltrane,
Derrick Morgan,
Scratch Acid,
Anthony Braxton,
Bootsy Collins,
Hardrive,
Amon Düül II,
Amon Düül,
The Gap Band,
T. Rex,
The Seeds,
the Soft Cell,
Camberwell Now,
Cymande,
MDC,
Pylon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Henry Cow,
June Days,
the Bar-Kays,
Jerry's Kids,
Quando Quango,
Todd Rundgren,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DNA,
The Victims,
Nick Fraelich,
Kayak,
Thee Headcoats,
Josef K,
Roy Ayers,
Masters at Work,
Arthur Verocai,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rosa Yemen,
Derrick May,
Model 500,
Flash Fearless,
The United States of America,
10cc,
Scrapy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Khruangbin,
Max Romeo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Mojo Men,
Peter & Gordon,
Country Teasers,
Porter Ricks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Suburban Knight,
Aural Exciters,
Marine Girls,
Gong,
the Fania All-Stars,
Swell Maps,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stetsasonic,
The Red Krayola,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.