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 Madrid.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
B.T. Express,
Tim Buckley,
MDC,
Flash Fearless,
E-Dancer,
The Moody Blues,
Alphaville,
the Normal,
Maurizio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Arcadia,
Graham Central Station,
Gabor Szabo,
Alison Limerick,
The Misunderstood,
Jerry's Kids,
Derrick May,
Bang On A Can,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Sheep,
Aswad,
Donny Hathaway,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Davy DMX,
The Music Machine,
OOIOO,
The Velvet Underground,
The Monochrome Set,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barry Ungar,
Erasure,
Erykah Badu,
The Knickerbockers,
Skarface,
Yellowson,
ABC,
Surgeon,
Black Bananas,
Tubeway Army,
Minny Pops,
Patti Smith,
The Searchers,
Stereo Dub,
The Blackbyrds,
Brothers Johnson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Von Mondo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Banda Bassotti,
Bush Tetras,
Silicon Teens,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Pus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Janne Schatter,
Marmalade,
Spandau Ballet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scrapy,
Joe Smooth,
Roy Ayers,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.