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 Hungary and from Stockholm.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Boredoms to the rock 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '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 The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
T. Rex,
Eurythmics,
Gong,
Oblivians,
Audionom,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Swans,
Echospace,
Neil Young,
Duran Duran,
The Sonics,
MC5,
Freddie Wadling,
Janne Schatter,
Country Teasers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fad Gadget,
Goldenarms,
the Fania All-Stars,
Metal Thangz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Drexciya,
Quando Quango,
The Gories,
Harpers Bizarre,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camberwell Now,
Kevin Saunderson,
Panda Bear,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ralphi Rosario,
Outsiders,
Jacob Miller,
Depeche Mode,
Sonny Sharrock,
Second Layer,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Durutti Column,
Faraquet,
Eric Dolphy,
Newcleus,
Wally Richardson,
MDC,
The Remains,
Barbara Tucker,
Slick Rick,
Radiohead,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
June Days,
Shoche,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Malaria!,
B.T. Express,
Infiniti,
Sandy B,
Todd Terry,
Dawn Penn,
Josef K,
Bad Manners,
Rufus Thomas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dual Sessions,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.