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 Mozambique and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
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 mellotron 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 The Music Machine to the rap 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
48th St. Collective,
Q and Not U,
Public Enemy,
The Cowsills,
Camberwell Now,
Avey Tare,
Kayak,
Dennis Brown,
The Invisible,
Technova,
Easy Going,
Drive Like Jehu,
L. Decosne,
This Heat,
One Last Wish,
Unrelated Segments,
Wasted Youth,
10cc,
Letta Mbulu,
Crooked Eye,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Selecter,
the Sonics,
Lyres,
Bad Manners,
Frankie Knuckles,
Magma,
Skaos,
The Durutti Column,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rosa Yemen,
Aural Exciters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sun City Girls,
the Slits,
Nas,
Black Moon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Isaac Hayes,
EPMD,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Normal,
FM Einheit,
Scientists,
Terry Callier,
Absolute Body Control,
The Five Americans,
Echospace,
Vladislav Delay,
The Smiths,
Joey Negro,
Theoretical Girls,
Max Romeo,
X-Ray Spex,
Flash Fearless,
Robert Hood,
Moebius,
Black Pus,
Electric Prunes,
Eddi Front,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.