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 Philippines 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Oblivians to the rock 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
The Invisible,
Boogie Down Productions,
Boz Scaggs,
Heaven 17,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Reuben Wilson,
The Count Five,
MDC,
The Searchers,
Lindisfarne,
Joensuu 1685,
The Remains,
Crime,
Khruangbin,
Sister Nancy,
Maleditus Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Smoke,
Lou Reed,
Swell Maps,
The United States of America,
Suicide,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Porter Ricks,
Thompson Twins,
Ornette Coleman,
Pulsallama,
Don Cherry,
Gabor Szabo,
Model 500,
Hoover,
Inner City,
The Pretty Things,
Neil Young,
Warren Ellis,
John Foxx,
Mary Jane Girls,
The J.B.'s,
Black Bananas,
Trumans Water,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Womack,
Roy Ayers,
Robert Görl,
Excepter,
Duran Duran,
Jeff Lynne,
Nas,
Michelle Simonal,
Aaron Thompson,
The Move,
DJ Sneak,
The Raincoats,
Urselle,
Qualms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Depeche Mode,
The Divine Comedy,
Cal Tjader,
Arab on Radar,
Kaleidoscope,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.