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 Paraguay and from New York.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Walker Brothers to the techno 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Outsiders,
Gong,
Man Parrish,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cure,
Pere Ubu,
The Stooges,
New York Dolls,
The Residents,
Bill Wells,
Swans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joe Finger,
The Beau Brummels,
The Knickerbockers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cymande,
Blancmange,
Interpol,
Robert Wyatt,
Main Source,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brothers Johnson,
Vainqueur,
Bad Manners,
Godley & Creme,
Bronski Beat,
Crime,
Cluster,
Dual Sessions,
Toni Rubio,
The Raincoats,
Camouflage,
This Heat,
a-ha,
The Human League,
June Days,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Derrick May,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jerry's Kids,
The Standells,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeff Lynne,
Sixth Finger,
The Victims,
Darondo,
The Young Rascals,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fuzztones,
The Divine Comedy,
Symarip,
Negative Approach,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.