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 Jamaica and from Columbus.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sound Behaviour to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Y Pants,
Oneida,
The Evens,
Todd Terry,
Scott Walker,
Sixth Finger,
Traffic Nightmare,
Albert Ayler,
Cal Tjader,
Bauhaus,
Cameo,
The Fall,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jerry's Kids,
Carl Craig,
ABBA,
the Human League,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Underground Resistance,
Rites of Spring,
Bang On A Can,
Quantec,
Radio Birdman,
The Blackbyrds,
The Monks,
Freddie Wadling,
World's Most,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Mummies,
Aural Exciters,
Peter & Gordon,
The Last Poets,
Ultimate Spinach,
Blossom Toes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Patti Smith,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gregory Isaacs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dave Gahan,
The Motions,
The American Breed,
Arab on Radar,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Moleskins,
Rufus Thomas,
Rod Modell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Faust,
Godley & Creme,
Zero Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rotary Connection,
E-Dancer,
Todd Rundgren,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.