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 Andorra and from Cairo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Subhumans to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Q and Not U,
Ronnie Foster,
The Red Krayola,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Carl Craig,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Techniques,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Siglo XX,
Grauzone,
Grey Daturas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rod Modell,
Blossom Toes,
Youth Brigade,
Jeru the Damaja,
Toni Rubio,
Soft Machine,
Absolute Body Control,
Dead Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
The Monks,
Eve St. Jones,
The Star Department,
Erasure,
Matthew Bourne,
Aswad,
Joe Finger,
Amazonics,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lucky Dragons,
Camouflage,
The Kinks,
Inner City,
Godley & Creme,
Harmonia,
Hoover,
Arthur Verocai,
Au Pairs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Blancmange,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Womack,
Country Teasers,
48th St. Collective,
Niagra,
The Motions,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Y Pants,
Goldenarms,
Magma,
DJ Style,
Leonard Cohen,
F. McDonald,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joy Division,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.