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 Houston.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron 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 Bauhaus to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Duran Duran,
JFA,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Thompson Twins,
The Standells,
Pussy Galore,
Ronnie Foster,
10cc,
Rod Modell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Zero Boys,
Dawn Penn,
Hasil Adkins,
Kenny Larkin,
Lyres,
The Residents,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Skatalites,
Fear,
Fatback Band,
Pantaleimon,
Flipper,
The Misunderstood,
DJ Sneak,
Jeru the Damaja,
New York Dolls,
a-ha,
Blancmange,
Rosa Yemen,
DNA,
R.M.O.,
Joyce Sims,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rotary Connection,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Man Parrish,
Can,
Joensuu 1685,
Yaz,
The Buckinghams,
The Victims,
Electric Prunes,
Nik Kershaw,
Royal Trux,
Vainqueur,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grauzone,
Hoover,
Stiv Bators,
The Last Poets,
Cecil Taylor,
Clear Light,
Tears for Fears,
Fat Boys,
Faraquet,
The Vogues,
The Grass Roots,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.