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 Oman and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 Aloha Tigers to the grime 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Sandy B,
Don Cherry,
David Bowie,
Spandau Ballet,
Fatback Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
China Crisis,
T.S.O.L.,
Scientists,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pagans,
Radiohead,
Peter & Gordon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Heaven 17,
Soul Sonic Force,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cal Tjader,
AZ,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deadbeat,
Quadrant,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Danielle Patucci,
Dead Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Fania All-Stars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ohio Players,
LL Cool J,
Metal Thangz,
Outsiders,
Black Sheep,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bang On A Can,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
New Order,
Yusef Lateef,
Public Enemy,
Rakim,
Sister Nancy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Suicide,
Newcleus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cramps,
The Cowsills,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Chris Corsano,
Eric Copeland,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Godley & Creme,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rapeman,
Gabor Szabo,
Faraquet,
Porter Ricks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kenny Larkin,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.