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 Ethiopia and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 China Crisis to the disco 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Marine Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
Bauhaus,
Judy Mowatt,
Max Romeo,
Sex Pistols,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Danielle Patucci,
The Index,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Swell Maps,
These Immortal Souls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Carl Craig,
Nick Fraelich,
Kas Product,
Scrapy,
The Cowsills,
the Sonics,
The Monks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Absolute Body Control,
John Holt,
The Young Rascals,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Blossom Toes,
Reagan Youth,
June Days,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Searchers,
Blake Baxter,
Minor Threat,
Clear Light,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soft Machine,
Sandy B,
Fatback Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Altered Images,
Jeff Lynne,
Spoonie Gee,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Boz Scaggs,
Kaleidoscope,
Guru Guru,
John Lydon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang Starr,
Banda Bassotti,
Unwound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Excepter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Surgeon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Velvet Underground,
The Martian,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.