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 Mongolia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar 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 ABBA to the grunge 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Gang Starr,
Gong,
Joe Finger,
John Coltrane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Monochrome Set,
Brand Nubian,
Maurizio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mad Mike,
The Human League,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultravox,
Sex Pistols,
Deakin,
David McCallum,
Simply Red,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Doors,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Niagra,
Quantec,
The Martian,
Dave Gahan,
The Remains,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Iggy Pop,
Hoover,
Tears for Fears,
Guru Guru,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marc Almond,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
R.M.O.,
The Monks,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Names,
The Stooges,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scan 7,
Visage,
Boogie Down Productions,
Japan,
The Tremeloes,
Depeche Mode,
Tubeway Army,
Quando Quango,
Idris Muhammad,
the Human League,
Agitation Free,
The Last Poets,
Joy Division,
The Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
The New Christs,
Deepchord,
Von Mondo,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.