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 Bulgaria and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Arab on Radar to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Monks,
Siglo XX,
Section 25,
Hoover,
The Busters,
Gregory Isaacs,
La Düsseldorf,
Thee Headcoats,
The Trojans,
Bluetip,
the Germs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ice-T,
Trumans Water,
June Days,
The Seeds,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cybotron,
John Lydon,
ABBA,
D'Angelo,
The Gap Band,
Lindisfarne,
Duran Duran,
Nik Kershaw,
Spandau Ballet,
Make Up,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Max Romeo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Happenings,
ABC,
Stiv Bators,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Glambeats Corp.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cal Tjader,
Loose Ends,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rites of Spring,
Essential Logic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cramps,
Y Pants,
Rufus Thomas,
The Blues Magoos,
Drexciya,
Mad Mike,
Tim Buckley,
Boz Scaggs,
Magazine,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jeff Lynne,
David McCallum,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.