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 Bahamas and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Hashim to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
DJ Style,
Piero Umiliani,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang of Four,
The Remains,
The Black Dice,
June Days,
The Five Americans,
Junior Murvin,
Brand Nubian,
Mantronix,
Circle Jerks,
The Doors,
Maleditus Sound,
The Smoke,
Barclay James Harvest,
Organ,
The Tremeloes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alton Ellis,
Lindisfarne,
the Soft Cell,
Television Personalities,
Agent Orange,
Pantytec,
Sun Ra,
Grey Daturas,
Symarip,
The Litter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joe Finger,
The Fugs,
Brass Construction,
Jerry's Kids,
Talk Talk,
David Bowie,
The Walker Brothers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sällskapet,
The Techniques,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mission of Burma,
Freddie Wadling,
Au Pairs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Glenn Branca,
Donald Byrd,
Brothers Johnson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mad Mike,
The Angels of Light,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rakim,
Loose Ends,
Nirvana,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gories,
Yusef Lateef,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.