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 Liberia and from Lille.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Womack,
The Cowsills,
Loose Ends,
U.S. Maple,
The Five Americans,
Gang of Four,
Negative Approach,
Inner City,
Fad Gadget,
Talk Talk,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roger Hodgson,
Kaleidoscope,
H. Thieme,
The Barracudas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
R.M.O.,
Eli Mardock,
The Names,
cv313,
Malaria!,
Soul II Soul,
Can,
Frankie Knuckles,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Vainqueur,
Gerry Rafferty,
New Order,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Japan,
Byron Stingily,
David Axelrod,
EPMD,
Minor Threat,
The Young Rascals,
Archie Shepp,
Scan 7,
Rapeman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tommy Roe,
Roy Ayers,
Bill Near,
Cybotron,
The Gladiators,
The Kinks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Flag,
Jeru the Damaja,
Newcleus,
Boredoms,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lalann,
Dawn Penn,
The Standells,
Jeff Mills,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Neon Judgement,
Danielle Patucci,
Kevin Saunderson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.