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 Argentina and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 Donald Byrd to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Bad Manners,
Moby Grape,
Peter and Kerry,
Letta Mbulu,
Fatback Band,
Rapeman,
Scratch Acid,
Dual Sessions,
Quando Quango,
X-Ray Spex,
This Heat,
Essential Logic,
The Remains,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Sonics,
The Gories,
The Moody Blues,
Royal Trux,
Connie Case,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fall,
Hardrive,
Metal Thangz,
D'Angelo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Smiths,
The Searchers,
The Cure,
Amazonics,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scion,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Q65,
The Leaves,
Gabor Szabo,
Brothers Johnson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Moleskins,
Black Bananas,
Altered Images,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sugar Minott,
Television Personalities,
Bush Tetras,
Henry Cow,
Davy DMX,
Deakin,
Panda Bear,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scan 7,
The Names,
Eurythmics,
The Mojo Men,
K-Klass,
Chrome,
Gang Green,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alton Ellis,
Fat Boys,
Tomorrow,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.