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 Greece and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Kaleidoscope to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Marc Almond,
The Moody Blues,
Desert Stars,
The Red Krayola,
CMW,
Camouflage,
Minutemen,
Hoover,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Visage,
The Divine Comedy,
Warsaw,
Glenn Branca,
Quantec,
Andrew Hill,
David McCallum,
The Leaves,
The Standells,
Barbara Tucker,
Roger Hodgson,
Mad Mike,
Moss Icon,
Intrusion,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Sherman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Offenders,
Lou Christie,
Minnie Riperton,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aural Exciters,
B.T. Express,
KRS-One,
The Remains,
Jandek,
Tres Demented,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Robert Wyatt,
Jeff Lynne,
Cymande,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Harry Pussy,
Sonic Youth,
Connie Case,
Gang Starr,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Suicide,
Malaria!,
Soft Machine,
The Gories,
Tubeway Army,
Ralphi Rosario,
Angry Samoans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
David Bowie,
Dark Day,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crash Course in Science,
Essential Logic,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.