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 Turkmenistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Los Fastidios to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Prince Buster,
Faraquet,
Harmonia,
The Alarm Clocks,
Silicon Teens,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Leonard Cohen,
Barclay James Harvest,
DJ Sneak,
David McCallum,
The Last Poets,
Index,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Starr,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Q and Not U,
Agent Orange,
Reuben Wilson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Depeche Mode,
Yellowson,
Brothers Johnson,
E-Dancer,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
PIL,
the Human League,
Warren Ellis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Susan Cadogan,
Harry Pussy,
ABBA,
Crooked Eye,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Sheep,
U.S. Maple,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rakim,
Amon Düül II,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The J.B.'s,
The Knickerbockers,
The Black Dice,
Roxy Music,
The Names,
John Cale,
Hasil Adkins,
Ten City,
Bluetip,
The Electric Prunes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Neil Young,
Eurythmics,
Altered Images,
Nico,
Sister Nancy,
The Seeds,
Tears for Fears,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Doors,
MDC,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.