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 Afghanistan and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Morten Harket,
Soft Cell,
Yusef Lateef,
Leonard Cohen,
Alison Limerick,
Hashim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tommy Roe,
Shoche,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Christie,
Ten City,
Moebius,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lakeside,
Rufus Thomas,
The Vogues,
The Move,
Television,
Negative Approach,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Reagan Youth,
Mars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tomorrow,
The Pop Group,
Heaven 17,
The Sound,
Roxette,
Sparks,
Slick Rick,
Surgeon,
Erykah Badu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Altered Images,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alice Coltrane,
The Angels of Light,
Laurel Aitken,
Camouflage,
Thee Headcoats,
Tears for Fears,
The Fall,
X-101,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jerry's Kids,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Slackers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bootsy Collins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tom Boy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Livin' Joy,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.