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 Namibia and from Woodstock.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin 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 The Red Krayola 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mark Hollis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Heaven 17,
Ultimate Spinach,
Don Cherry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The J.B.'s,
Goldenarms,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Slick Rick,
kango's stein massive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jerry's Kids,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
X-101,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Moby Grape,
the Germs,
Index,
Tim Buckley,
Davy DMX,
The American Breed,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Monochrome Set,
Jacques Brel,
The Techniques,
The Victims,
Leonard Cohen,
Harmonia,
Rekid,
Arcadia,
Joyce Sims,
June of 44,
Toni Rubio,
Reagan Youth,
CMW,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Womack,
Fat Boys,
The Angels of Light,
Morten Harket,
The Five Americans,
Pantytec,
Derrick May,
The Sound,
The Trojans,
Blancmange,
Newcleus,
Erasure,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Busters,
Sugar Minott,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hardrive,
Todd Rundgren,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Residents,
Von Mondo,
Juan Atkins,
Pagans,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.