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 Papua New Guinea and from Cairo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Davy DMX to the techno 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
EPMD,
The Residents,
Popol Vuh,
Alice Coltrane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joensuu 1685,
Girls At Our Best!,
Slave,
Ronnie Foster,
Fad Gadget,
Zapp,
Jimmy McGriff,
B.T. Express,
Lungfish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cymande,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Invisible,
Warren Ellis,
Aural Exciters,
The Gap Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Quantec,
Harpers Bizarre,
a-ha,
Swell Maps,
Gang of Four,
Graham Central Station,
Barbara Tucker,
PIL,
Smog,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Angels of Light,
Schoolly D,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dead Boys,
Yaz,
Q65,
Crispian St. Peters,
Trumans Water,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marine Girls,
Janne Schatter,
Loose Ends,
Ken Boothe,
Kenny Larkin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Connie Case,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Blossom Toes,
Eden Ahbez,
K-Klass,
Radio Birdman,
Sugar Minott,
Ituana,
The Moody Blues,
Echospace,
The Stooges,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.