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 Turkmenistan and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Erasure to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Tubeway Army,
Rhythm & Sound,
Intrusion,
Fear,
The Fall,
Theoretical Girls,
Yazoo,
Faraquet,
The Moody Blues,
Second Layer,
The Fortunes,
Scott Walker,
The Saints,
Supertramp,
Henry Cow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Swell Maps,
Throbbing Gristle,
Big Daddy Kane,
Main Source,
Mary Jane Girls,
Country Teasers,
Hot Snakes,
Underground Resistance,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Easy Going,
Roy Ayers,
Skriet,
Chris & Cosey,
Mantronix,
Davy DMX,
The Index,
The Fire Engines,
Todd Terry,
Sparks,
Barrington Levy,
Blancmange,
Fluxion,
In Retrospect,
The Golliwogs,
Alison Limerick,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hardrive,
Unwound,
The New Christs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Reagan Youth,
KRS-One,
Tomorrow,
Joy Division,
Can,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Real Kids,
Dark Day,
Marine Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jacob Miller,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.