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 Nigeria and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 808 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 the Association to the crunk 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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Gong 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 funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Crispian St. Peters,
Zero Boys,
The Dead C,
The Gories,
Ken Boothe,
Matthew Bourne,
Tears for Fears,
Fat Boys,
Q65,
Quadrant,
The Monochrome Set,
Mary Jane Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
Accadde A,
Circle Jerks,
Loose Ends,
UT,
Tommy Roe,
The Durutti Column,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
World's Most,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Real Kids,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ohio Players,
Babytalk,
Vladislav Delay,
The Names,
Pantytec,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Simply Red,
Maleditus Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Womack,
Minny Pops,
Scratch Acid,
Leonard Cohen,
Subhumans,
The Count Five,
Zapp,
Talk Talk,
the Germs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Suicide,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barrington Levy,
Rekid,
Sun City Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Slits,
Q and Not U,
In Retrospect,
The Black Dice,
Youth Brigade,
Soft Cell,
F. McDonald,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Skarface,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.