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 Benin and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 Cal Tjader to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
The Standells,
Vladislav Delay,
The Five Americans,
Kenny Larkin,
EPMD,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barbara Tucker,
Lalann,
Archie Shepp,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jeff Lynne,
Goldenarms,
Eric Dolphy,
Spandau Ballet,
Scion,
The Kinks,
New Age Steppers,
Wasted Youth,
The Associates,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rapeman,
The Smoke,
In Retrospect,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Deakin,
Pantaleimon,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Blues Magoos,
The Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alphaville,
Wally Richardson,
T. Rex,
Altered Images,
Amon Düül,
Country Teasers,
the Normal,
cv313,
Whodini,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Velvet Underground,
Alice Coltrane,
The Modern Lovers,
Danielle Patucci,
The Monks,
Porter Ricks,
Grauzone,
The New Christs,
Can,
Deadbeat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Neon Judgement,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Monochrome Set,
Bad Manners,
Gil Scott Heron,
Qualms,
Derrick May,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.