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 Namibia and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 the Human League to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
The Blues Magoos,
John Coltrane,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Sonics,
DNA,
UT,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Radio Birdman,
Joensuu 1685,
Slave,
Toni Rubio,
T. Rex,
Vladislav Delay,
Pole,
Terry Callier,
Kas Product,
The Martian,
Bad Manners,
Cal Tjader,
Rapeman,
Outsiders,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Dead C,
John Cale,
Matthew Bourne,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Görl,
Au Pairs,
Stetsasonic,
Anakelly,
Simply Red,
Basic Channel,
Amazonics,
Nas,
Swell Maps,
Todd Terry,
MC5,
the Slits,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cymande,
Davy DMX,
Index,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Josef K,
Public Enemy,
Siglo XX,
Crooked Eye,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harmonia,
X-102,
Aaron Thompson,
Blossom Toes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Durutti Column,
Sight & Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
Rod Modell,
Kurtis Blow,
Ten City,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.