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 Haiti and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 10cc to the crunk 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord 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 synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Lalo Schifrin,
Echospace,
Groovy Waters,
Fugazi,
Freddie Wadling,
Godley & Creme,
Minutemen,
Grauzone,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Henry Cow,
DJ Sneak,
Clear Light,
The Dead C,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Toasters,
Mission of Burma,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Amon Düül,
Michelle Simonal,
Man Parrish,
Jeff Lynne,
Jacob Miller,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang Green,
FM Einheit,
Jesper Dahlback,
Josef K,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deadbeat,
Supertramp,
John Holt,
Magazine,
Boredoms,
Yellowson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Iggy Pop,
The Durutti Column,
Porter Ricks,
The Gap Band,
The Wake,
Duran Duran,
Ten City,
Blossom Toes,
T. Rex,
Roxette,
The Slits,
Smog,
Susan Cadogan,
La Düsseldorf,
Deepchord,
Silicon Teens,
Minor Threat,
Juan Atkins,
R.M.O.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Barracudas,
Donny Hathaway,
Eric Dolphy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marmalade,
The Count Five,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.