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 United Kingdom and from Woodstock.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare 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 The Alarm Clocks to the techno 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Banda Bassotti,
Supertramp,
Matthew Halsall,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minnie Riperton,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Hutcherson,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Severed Heads,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camouflage,
Liliput,
Pussy Galore,
Jeff Mills,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Infiniti,
The Velvet Underground,
The Golliwogs,
Television Personalities,
Mandrill,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scan 7,
Jacob Miller,
Leonard Cohen,
Altered Images,
Sandy B,
Chris & Cosey,
Clear Light,
Cecil Taylor,
Darondo,
Anthony Braxton,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
James White and The Blacks,
Magazine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
X-Ray Spex,
The Kinks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Warsaw,
Newcleus,
Boredoms,
Al Stewart,
48th St. Collective,
a-ha,
Ohio Players,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grey Daturas,
Masters at Work,
Little Man,
Quando Quango,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Names,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roxette,
Bootsy Collins,
The Litter,
Ultravox,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.