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 the UAE and from Spokane.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the guitar 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 Zero Boys to the funk 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ituana,
Theoretical Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Q and Not U,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hardrive,
Franke,
Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Kinks,
Aloha Tigers,
Lightning Bolt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Livin' Joy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Spoonie Gee,
Barry Ungar,
Pussy Galore,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Henry Cow,
Fluxion,
X-Ray Spex,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rakim,
the Swans,
Roxette,
Gong,
The Star Department,
Tubeway Army,
The Gladiators,
The Gories,
Byron Stingily,
Neil Young,
L. Decosne,
Judy Mowatt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flash Fearless,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Slits,
The Birthday Party,
Wire,
Y Pants,
John Foxx,
Kerri Chandler,
Popol Vuh,
The Seeds,
Bobby Sherman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Isaac Hayes,
Adolescents,
Mad Mike,
Duran Duran,
MC5,
The Cowsills,
Swans,
Scott Walker,
Eric Dolphy,
Morten Harket,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.