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 Malta and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Angry Samoans,
Yaz,
Inner City,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Vogues,
Freddie Wadling,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tubeway Army,
Eli Mardock,
John Lydon,
Leonard Cohen,
Donald Byrd,
Ronan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
ABBA,
Q and Not U,
John Cale,
Rakim,
Liliput,
Pylon,
The Victims,
Minny Pops,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scott Walker,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Man Parrish,
Lindisfarne,
The Gap Band,
Blossom Toes,
Cameo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Index,
The Invisible,
Jawbox,
The American Breed,
The Trojans,
Chrome,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Christie,
Minutemen,
Erykah Badu,
The Techniques,
Clear Light,
Suburban Knight,
Eddi Front,
Mad Mike,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Derrick May,
The Moody Blues,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nik Kershaw,
Todd Terry,
Lalann,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.