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 Congo and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Visage to the jazz 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
DJ Style,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pussy Galore,
Ultravox,
Tropical Tobacco,
Index,
Yaz,
Unrelated Segments,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lucky Dragons,
Connie Case,
Amon Düül,
Brothers Johnson,
Mad Mike,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joe Smooth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Buckinghams,
John Holt,
Avey Tare,
Davy DMX,
Unwound,
X-102,
The Dave Clark Five,
Accadde A,
Jeff Mills,
Bootsy Collins,
Gastr Del Sol,
X-101,
Ronnie Foster,
Sällskapet,
Pere Ubu,
Josef K,
Barbara Tucker,
Dawn Penn,
Roger Hodgson,
Angry Samoans,
Man Parrish,
Moss Icon,
Bill Wells,
Faraquet,
Gang of Four,
The Dirtbombs,
Piero Umiliani,
Joensuu 1685,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Sherman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Godley & Creme,
Morten Harket,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Theoretical Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultimate Spinach,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jandek,
Hardrive,
The Stooges,
Toni Rubio,
Wally Richardson,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.