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 Glasgow.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Malaria! to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
The Golliwogs,
Symarip,
Josef K,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alice Coltrane,
The Leaves,
Vainqueur,
Kerri Chandler,
Reagan Youth,
Henry Cow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gong,
Franke,
Qualms,
Robert Hood,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Index,
Bill Near,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wasted Youth,
The Star Department,
June Days,
The Happenings,
Eden Ahbez,
Al Stewart,
The American Breed,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Audionom,
Excepter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Agent Orange,
The Offenders,
Ohio Players,
Quantec,
Electric Light Orchestra,
OOIOO,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Count Five,
Kurtis Blow,
UT,
The Names,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
In Retrospect,
La Düsseldorf,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boz Scaggs,
Grey Daturas,
Crooked Eye,
Von Mondo,
Ossler,
Rufus Thomas,
Marine Girls,
Cybotron,
The Grass Roots,
Oblivians,
Fela Kuti,
Magma,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.