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 Monaco and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Wasted Youth to the electroclash 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Eden Ahbez,
Blancmange,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sonic Youth,
David McCallum,
Johnny Clarke,
Buzzcocks,
Charles Mingus,
These Immortal Souls,
Man Parrish,
Mandrill,
Trumans Water,
In Retrospect,
Soft Cell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rekid,
T.S.O.L.,
Jeff Lynne,
Zapp,
The Count Five,
Susan Cadogan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Knickerbockers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scott Walker,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eddi Front,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Monochrome Set,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Human League,
Reagan Youth,
New York Dolls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Icehouse,
Monolake,
Parry Music,
Lucky Dragons,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Thee Headcoats,
Malaria!,
Pharoah Sanders,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alison Limerick,
Jimmy McGriff,
Funkadelic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Albert Ayler,
The Divine Comedy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ten City,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fortunes,
the Association,
Saccharine Trust,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.