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 Guinea 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Donald Fagen 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the grunge 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Quando Quango,
Vladislav Delay,
Negative Approach,
Technova,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dead Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Henry Cow,
Colin Newman,
Subhumans,
Roxy Music,
Charles Mingus,
Angry Samoans,
Sparks,
The Slits,
Scientists,
Eric B and Rakim,
Piero Umiliani,
Fluxion,
Matthew Bourne,
Deadbeat,
Robert Görl,
LL Cool J,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fear,
Judy Mowatt,
Dennis Brown,
Eve St. Jones,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ponytail,
the Normal,
Public Image Ltd.,
Slave,
Little Man,
DJ Sneak,
Monks,
Television Personalities,
Howard Jones,
The Smiths,
Yaz,
X-Ray Spex,
Soft Machine,
Jeff Lynne,
Morten Harket,
Deakin,
F. McDonald,
The Tremeloes,
Radiohead,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Selecter,
Barrington Levy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crash Course in Science,
Mantronix,
Scrapy,
Circle Jerks,
Leonard Cohen,
David Axelrod,
Lou Reed,
Wings,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.