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 San Marino and from Lyon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Robert Görl to the disco 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
EPMD,
Gregory Isaacs,
Flipper,
The Techniques,
The Seeds,
Alison Limerick,
These Immortal Souls,
Tommy Roe,
Radiohead,
Ronan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Terry Callier,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bronski Beat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Erykah Badu,
Derrick May,
Franke,
The Selecter,
Ituana,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Pus,
Erasure,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ken Boothe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Barracudas,
The Monochrome Set,
David McCallum,
Jacob Miller,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sight & Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Zapp,
Rekid,
Boz Scaggs,
Sparks,
Agent Orange,
Crooked Eye,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brand Nubian,
Anakelly,
cv313,
The Cramps,
The United States of America,
Easy Going,
Harry Pussy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Duran Duran,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Visage,
Robert Hood,
Roger Hodgson,
Rosa Yemen,
Technova,
The Pop Group,
Colin Newman,
Ice-T,
Q and Not U,
Barry Ungar,
Minutemen,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.