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 Tonga and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Josef K to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eden Ahbez,
Blancmange,
Stiv Bators,
Von Mondo,
Joe Finger,
The Motions,
Television Personalities,
Pere Ubu,
Sun Ra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultra Naté,
The Wake,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Saints,
Sugar Minott,
James White and The Blacks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roger Hodgson,
New Order,
Sparks,
Scan 7,
Lungfish,
Kaleidoscope,
MDC,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ludus,
Skaos,
Essential Logic,
Parry Music,
Piero Umiliani,
The Detroit Cobras,
Duran Duran,
Urselle,
This Heat,
The Raincoats,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fuzztones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Excepter,
Barry Ungar,
Monolake,
Qualms,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Animal Collective,
Ultravox,
DJ Sneak,
Albert Ayler,
Unwound,
Country Teasers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Symarip,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Grass Roots,
Electric Prunes,
Yazoo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.