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 Morocco and from Taipei.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Trumans Water,
Tomorrow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sandy B,
The Detroit Cobras,
Animal Collective,
Scott Walker,
Visage,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Funky Four + One,
The Vogues,
The Gladiators,
Can,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bang On A Can,
Kerri Chandler,
Eli Mardock,
Silicon Teens,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Harry Pussy,
Patti Smith,
Deakin,
Bobby Sherman,
Anakelly,
Smog,
Tommy Roe,
Grauzone,
Schoolly D,
Moby Grape,
Barry Ungar,
The Pretty Things,
Tubeway Army,
Michelle Simonal,
Qualms,
New Age Steppers,
Eric Dolphy,
Rufus Thomas,
Nils Olav,
Slave,
Junior Murvin,
Japan,
Dead Boys,
Neil Young,
The Gories,
Maleditus Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rakim,
Pussy Galore,
Erykah Badu,
Niagra,
The Evens,
Scientists,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Coltrane,
Popol Vuh,
The Gap Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Boz Scaggs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.