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 Chile and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Donald Fagen 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 Sisters of Mercy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Monks,
DJ Sneak,
Scion,
Inner City,
The Human League,
Grauzone,
Nils Olav,
Roxy Music,
Silicon Teens,
The Skatalites,
Fela Kuti,
the Human League,
Derrick May,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blancmange,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eric Dolphy,
Visage,
Trumans Water,
Buzzcocks,
Flash Fearless,
Gang Starr,
Black Sheep,
Marc Almond,
Public Enemy,
The Moody Blues,
Groovy Waters,
Marvin Gaye,
Boredoms,
Scientists,
Freddie Wadling,
Morten Harket,
Tommy Roe,
Roy Ayers,
Technova,
The Index,
the Slits,
Index,
The Saints,
Todd Rundgren,
Sound Behaviour,
Young Marble Giants,
Camouflage,
Ultravox,
Sparks,
Q and Not U,
Joyce Sims,
Fad Gadget,
Brothers Johnson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Negative Approach,
Massinfluence,
The Offenders,
Kerri Chandler,
The Evens,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stiv Bators,
Simply Red,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.