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 Cape Verde and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Human League to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Freddie Wadling,
Scratch Acid,
Blossom Toes,
Delta 5,
The Zeros,
Mission of Burma,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cluster,
The Saints,
The Toasters,
The Litter,
Underground Resistance,
Soulsonic Force,
DJ Sneak,
The Dead C,
Von Mondo,
the Human League,
Gichy Dan,
Joey Negro,
John Foxx,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ronan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joe Smooth,
The Selecter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Intrusion,
Dark Day,
Yusef Lateef,
Quantec,
Delon & Dalcan,
Drexciya,
Second Layer,
Sixth Finger,
The Cramps,
T. Rex,
Fugazi,
Pussy Galore,
The Raincoats,
the Normal,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cameo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gil Scott Heron,
Althea and Donna,
Lucky Dragons,
Arcadia,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gerry Rafferty,
Prince Buster,
MC5,
Chris & Cosey,
John Coltrane,
Wire,
Scott Walker,
EPMD,
FM Einheit,
Public Image Ltd.,
Zero Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.