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 Somalia and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 clarinet 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 Technova to the dance 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
10cc,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Grass Roots,
Porter Ricks,
48th St. Collective,
Peter and Kerry,
Dave Gahan,
R.M.O.,
Letta Mbulu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Funkadelic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Durutti Column,
June Days,
Kool Moe Dee,
Y Pants,
The Toasters,
The Sonics,
The Modern Lovers,
Pagans,
Harry Pussy,
Jeff Lynne,
Rites of Spring,
Mars,
the Swans,
Yaz,
Rotary Connection,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cowsills,
Lindisfarne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nils Olav,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
T.S.O.L.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Albert Ayler,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brothers Johnson,
Fugazi,
Scott Walker,
The Remains,
Kaleidoscope,
Andrew Hill,
Can,
Soft Machine,
Depeche Mode,
Zapp,
Todd Rundgren,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Coltrane,
MC5,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fortunes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Procol Harum,
Smog,
Nas,
Joyce Sims,
The Trojans,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.