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 France and from Salvador.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Durutti Column to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nico,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wasted Youth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Man Parrish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Delta 5,
Roxy Music,
Todd Rundgren,
Deepchord,
Peter & Gordon,
Mo-Dettes,
A Certain Ratio,
Derrick May,
Bronski Beat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Bar-Kays,
Ossler,
Deakin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Standells,
Gang Starr,
EPMD,
Ponytail,
Reuben Wilson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Flag,
The Searchers,
10cc,
ABBA,
Khruangbin,
Letta Mbulu,
Blake Baxter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fall,
Ohio Players,
Lou Christie,
Graham Central Station,
Skriet,
The Mummies,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric Copeland,
The Grass Roots,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rites of Spring,
The Motions,
Television,
Sixth Finger,
Spandau Ballet,
Deadbeat,
Minny Pops,
Tomorrow,
The Remains,
The Dead C,
Josef K,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.