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 Cape Verde and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Neil Young to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
June Days,
Andrew Hill,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Christie,
Eli Mardock,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Judy Mowatt,
Sex Pistols,
Laurel Aitken,
Blancmange,
The Searchers,
Clear Light,
Dorothy Ashby,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mantronix,
Procol Harum,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Negative Approach,
Ken Boothe,
Black Flag,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gun Club,
Infiniti,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scratch Acid,
Robert Hood,
The Electric Prunes,
the Swans,
Suburban Knight,
Harmonia,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Stooges,
Derrick Morgan,
Deepchord,
The Dead C,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Move,
Soulsonic Force,
Loose Ends,
Lungfish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
T. Rex,
The Techniques,
Slave,
David McCallum,
Kerri Chandler,
Tomorrow,
Q and Not U,
The Residents,
Reuben Wilson,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Standells,
Goldenarms,
Blossom Toes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
MC5,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.