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 Luxembourg and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
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 theremin 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 the Bar-Kays to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Black Bananas,
Howard Jones,
cv313,
Reagan Youth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
D'Angelo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Music Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Todd Rundgren,
Fat Boys,
MC5,
Laurel Aitken,
Ten City,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Evens,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cowsills,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minor Threat,
Country Teasers,
T. Rex,
Gerry Rafferty,
Excepter,
Juan Atkins,
Whodini,
Banda Bassotti,
Parry Music,
Rapeman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dark Day,
Janne Schatter,
The Tremeloes,
The Busters,
Bluetip,
The Raincoats,
New Age Steppers,
Scott Walker,
Kenny Larkin,
Visage,
The Smiths,
the Normal,
The Blackbyrds,
PIL,
Pantaleimon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bronski Beat,
Das Ding,
Fluxion,
Eurythmics,
Shuggie Otis,
The Kinks,
Dave Gahan,
Oneida,
Severed Heads,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Infiniti,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.