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 Slovenia and from Lille.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Thee Headcoats to the rap 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Average White Band,
Barry Ungar,
Make Up,
The Five Americans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Leaves,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
ABC,
Rapeman,
Panda Bear,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aural Exciters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Excepter,
The Mojo Men,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sällskapet,
Outsiders,
The Searchers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Move,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Colin Newman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
EPMD,
Underground Resistance,
La Düsseldorf,
The Vogues,
Nas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soulsonic Force,
The Modern Lovers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Trojans,
Rod Modell,
Minny Pops,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang Starr,
Neil Young,
Erasure,
Harmonia,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Divine Comedy,
The Sound,
The Toasters,
Little Man,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Harry Pussy,
Idris Muhammad,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sister Nancy,
Tom Boy,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Blackbyrds,
Rotary Connection,
Easy Going,
The Fugs,
Goldenarms,
Metal Thangz,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.