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 Bahamas and from Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
La Düsseldorf,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gun Club,
Technova,
Rotary Connection,
The Tremeloes,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Monochrome Set,
Sister Nancy,
T. Rex,
The Invisible,
Gichy Dan,
Crooked Eye,
Davy DMX,
Sound Behaviour,
Ituana,
Andrew Hill,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cecil Taylor,
Liliput,
Gang Green,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kerrie Biddell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Seeds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kerri Chandler,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minor Threat,
Ossler,
The Buckinghams,
New Age Steppers,
Goldenarms,
Pussy Galore,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Modern Lovers,
Vladislav Delay,
Gerry Rafferty,
Todd Terry,
CMW,
Wire,
Yaz,
Pylon,
Nirvana,
Tres Demented,
Morten Harket,
Sun City Girls,
Gang of Four,
Tommy Roe,
Pere Ubu,
Visage,
Vainqueur,
Cybotron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blancmange,
Howard Jones,
48th St. Collective,
Quantec,
Echospace,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.