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 Rwanda and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Patti Smith,
Circle Jerks,
Simply Red,
FM Einheit,
Zapp,
Drive Like Jehu,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang Gang Dance,
Radiohead,
Section 25,
The Shadows of Knight,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fuzztones,
Accadde A,
Ice-T,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eric Dolphy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Boz Scaggs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Angry Samoans,
Jandek,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Heaven 17,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Coltrane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lyres,
The Durutti Column,
Erasure,
Icehouse,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
ABBA,
Connie Case,
Massinfluence,
Scratch Acid,
Youth Brigade,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arcadia,
The American Breed,
The Walker Brothers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eddi Front,
Joe Smooth,
The Move,
Altered Images,
Alice Coltrane,
Ken Boothe,
Scientists,
Slick Rick,
Black Sheep,
The Saints,
Lungfish,
Ohio Players,
Gong,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.