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 Guyana and from Manchester.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Mary Jane Girls to the rap 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
FM Einheit,
Nick Fraelich,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marine Girls,
ABBA,
Talk Talk,
48th St. Collective,
Lyres,
Brass Construction,
Zero Boys,
Rod Modell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Morten Harket,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scan 7,
The Knickerbockers,
Royal Trux,
Fugazi,
the Association,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pere Ubu,
Alphaville,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Archie Shepp,
Electric Prunes,
Moby Grape,
Absolute Body Control,
Buzzcocks,
The Gap Band,
Negative Approach,
The Invisible,
Stereo Dub,
Robert Hood,
The Index,
The Human League,
Amon Düül II,
John Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Depeche Mode,
Ituana,
Faraquet,
Terry Callier,
Nas,
Toni Rubio,
the Fania All-Stars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eve St. Jones,
D'Angelo,
The New Christs,
Sam Rivers,
kango's stein massive,
Dave Gahan,
Glenn Branca,
The Young Rascals,
Don Cherry,
Eddi Front,
Skriet,
The Cowsills,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.