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 Madagascar and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Audionom 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Black Sheep,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vainqueur,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Smog,
The Motions,
Cluster,
The Shadows of Knight,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lebanon Hanover,
Flash Fearless,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Reagan Youth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Urselle,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Au Pairs,
Ludus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Y Pants,
Whodini,
Fat Boys,
Popol Vuh,
The Martian,
Eli Mardock,
Marc Almond,
Joensuu 1685,
Bad Manners,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minnie Riperton,
Bill Wells,
Blossom Toes,
The United States of America,
Bootsy Collins,
D'Angelo,
Lucky Dragons,
The Music Machine,
The Dead C,
Pere Ubu,
the Normal,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Smiths,
Lyres,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Groovy Waters,
Make Up,
Malaria!,
Nico,
The Skatalites,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lower 48,
Ice-T,
Sarah Menescal,
Kerri Chandler,
Bob Dylan,
Fad Gadget,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cramps,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.