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 Togo and from Halifax.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Negative Approach to the crunk 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joey Negro,
Guru Guru,
T.S.O.L.,
Royal Trux,
Monks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marmalade,
Technova,
Iggy Pop,
Oneida,
Lyres,
Roger Hodgson,
Intrusion,
Cheater Slicks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Association,
The Durutti Column,
Bizarre Inc.,
June Days,
Black Sheep,
Tropical Tobacco,
Graham Central Station,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Throbbing Gristle,
Derrick Morgan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Frankie Knuckles,
Grauzone,
Ponytail,
One Last Wish,
Marvin Gaye,
Peter & Gordon,
In Retrospect,
Cecil Taylor,
The Sisters of Mercy,
8 Eyed Spy,
DNA,
Rites of Spring,
Second Layer,
Bob Dylan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
David Bowie,
Lightning Bolt,
Hashim,
Slick Rick,
Barry Ungar,
Nirvana,
Pussy Galore,
The Last Poets,
Monolake,
Banda Bassotti,
U.S. Maple,
48th St. Collective,
Maleditus Sound,
Skriet,
Roxette,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Beau Brummels,
Moebius,
Swans,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.