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 Gabon and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ 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 The Barracudas to the punk 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gladiators,
Don Cherry,
June of 44,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Holt,
Newcleus,
Nils Olav,
Mandrill,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pole,
Byron Stingily,
KRS-One,
Crooked Eye,
Todd Rundgren,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
Steve Hackett,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Althea and Donna,
Camberwell Now,
AZ,
Sister Nancy,
Outsiders,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stetsasonic,
Y Pants,
La Düsseldorf,
Tears for Fears,
Cybotron,
Yazoo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Babytalk,
Crime,
Kerri Chandler,
10cc,
Tres Demented,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Juan Atkins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Heaven 17,
Matthew Bourne,
Symarip,
Deakin,
EPMD,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Red Krayola,
Glenn Branca,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ronnie Foster,
Fluxion,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cowsills,
Vladislav Delay,
Moebius,
The Buckinghams,
Al Stewart,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.