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 Ivory Coast and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Guru Guru to the disco 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Crash Course in Science,
Mo-Dettes,
The Music Machine,
Jawbox,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Young Rascals,
Mission of Burma,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Human League,
The Offenders,
Malaria!,
Negative Approach,
Gabor Szabo,
The Moleskins,
Charles Mingus,
The Remains,
the Association,
Flipper,
Colin Newman,
Technova,
Cheater Slicks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Neil Young,
Brass Construction,
Shoche,
kango's stein massive,
The Fugs,
The Dead C,
Newcleus,
B.T. Express,
The Star Department,
Marcia Griffiths,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Moby Grape,
Black Bananas,
Echospace,
Josef K,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Model 500,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
K-Klass,
F. McDonald,
Black Sheep,
Motorama,
The Sonics,
the Swans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Reed,
Soulsonic Force,
ABC,
Sound Behaviour,
Harpers Bizarre,
Country Teasers,
Max Romeo,
Sun City Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Stiv Bators,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.