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 Mauritania and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 Howard Jones to the grime 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Camberwell Now,
The Busters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soul II Soul,
Metal Thangz,
The Wake,
Radiohead,
Tomorrow,
OOIOO,
Hoover,
Dark Day,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jacques Brel,
The Smoke,
The Shadows of Knight,
The J.B.'s,
Marc Almond,
Tim Buckley,
In Retrospect,
Kas Product,
Lungfish,
Loose Ends,
Glenn Branca,
Joe Smooth,
Easy Going,
Davy DMX,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Zeros,
The Angels of Light,
Radio Birdman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Laurel Aitken,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Modern Lovers,
Liliput,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marine Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Byrd,
The Walker Brothers,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eric Copeland,
Patti Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
Aloha Tigers,
Eden Ahbez,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eli Mardock,
EPMD,
Soul Sonic Force,
Basic Channel,
Joyce Sims,
Thee Headcoats,
Sällskapet,
Archie Shepp,
Kurtis Blow,
Rites of Spring,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.