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 Bulgaria and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar 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 June of 44 to the dance 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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
The Seeds,
Franke,
World's Most,
LL Cool J,
ABC,
Isaac Hayes,
Slave,
Robert Görl,
Boredoms,
The Angels of Light,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Pretty Things,
Nico,
Whodini,
Skriet,
AZ,
Altered Images,
Zero Boys,
The Monks,
Skaos,
Kenny Larkin,
Eddi Front,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fortunes,
Hoover,
Scientists,
Todd Terry,
The Evens,
Deepchord,
Gabor Szabo,
Depeche Mode,
Moss Icon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Adolescents,
The Moleskins,
Bauhaus,
Popol Vuh,
Slick Rick,
The Invisible,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hashim,
Monolake,
Connie Case,
Japan,
The Count Five,
Buzzcocks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Byron Stingily,
Barrington Levy,
Steve Hackett,
The Golliwogs,
The Gun Club,
Theoretical Girls,
Alphaville,
Mo-Dettes,
New Order,
Erykah Badu,
the Human League,
Minor Threat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sarah Menescal,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.