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 Monaco and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Visage to the electroclash 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Fad Gadget,
The Selecter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Buzzcocks,
Panda Bear,
Sonny Sharrock,
Audionom,
Little Man,
John Holt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camberwell Now,
Roxette,
Dawn Penn,
Pet Shop Boys,
Steve Hackett,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mars,
Freddie Wadling,
Ronan,
the Human League,
The Misunderstood,
Skriet,
Matthew Halsall,
Flash Fearless,
Half Japanese,
Hoover,
Con Funk Shun,
The Smoke,
Gerry Rafferty,
Arab on Radar,
The Gap Band,
Al Stewart,
Deadbeat,
Television,
La Düsseldorf,
DNA,
The Remains,
The Searchers,
Gang Gang Dance,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
kango's stein massive,
Smog,
Shuggie Otis,
Mr. Review,
The Blackbyrds,
Goldenarms,
Max Romeo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Accadde A,
Unrelated Segments,
The Electric Prunes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ponytail,
Technova,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tommy Roe,
Junior Murvin,
The Modern Lovers,
New York Dolls,
Siglo XX,
Procol Harum,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.