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 Russia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Stooges to the electroclash 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Bad Manners,
Moby Grape,
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter & Gordon,
Roxy Music,
Alphaville,
Don Cherry,
Whodini,
Carl Craig,
Accadde A,
Easy Going,
Marmalade,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fugazi,
DJ Style,
The Music Machine,
Bill Near,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tommy Roe,
The Selecter,
Ludus,
Godley & Creme,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crime,
Aloha Tigers,
EPMD,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Grass Roots,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bob Dylan,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Bar-Kays,
Soul Sonic Force,
Al Stewart,
Country Joe & The Fish,
H. Thieme,
The Pop Group,
Pylon,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Country Teasers,
The Count Five,
Panda Bear,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Germs,
Thompson Twins,
L. Decosne,
Bauhaus,
Lou Christie,
Rotary Connection,
Popol Vuh,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
X-Ray Spex,
JFA,
Sun City Girls,
The Tremeloes,
Porter Ricks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
This Heat,
Pulsallama,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.