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 San Marino and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes 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 Tres Demented to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Kaleidoscope,
Curtis Mayfield,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Donny Hathaway,
Tom Boy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Vainqueur,
The Pop Group,
John Cale,
Fatback Band,
The Buckinghams,
Dave Gahan,
Deepchord,
R.M.O.,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Wake,
The Divine Comedy,
Los Fastidios,
The Offenders,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mad Mike,
the Swans,
Masters at Work,
PIL,
The Skatalites,
Bronski Beat,
The Blackbyrds,
Agitation Free,
Thompson Twins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Invisible,
The Last Poets,
Niagra,
Dawn Penn,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Count Five,
Jacques Brel,
Joe Smooth,
Lindisfarne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Flash Fearless,
The Gap Band,
B.T. Express,
Oblivians,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Normal,
Quando Quango,
Main Source,
Index,
Massinfluence,
John Lydon,
the Human League,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Laurel Aitken,
DJ Sneak,
Accadde A,
Maurizio,
Tears for Fears,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.