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 Manchester.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Patti Smith to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Fugazi,
Ten City,
Gil Scott Heron,
Skriet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Vainqueur,
The Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Boz Scaggs,
Avey Tare,
Country Teasers,
Flash Fearless,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Electric Prunes,
The Mojo Men,
Simply Red,
Black Moon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ohio Players,
Pagans,
Sound Behaviour,
Organ,
Blake Baxter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Agitation Free,
Funky Four + One,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
ABC,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Qualms,
Anakelly,
Parry Music,
Japan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Heaven 17,
E-Dancer,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Terry Callier,
Liliput,
The Names,
The Residents,
Lindisfarne,
Whodini,
Robert Wyatt,
The Victims,
The Happenings,
The Last Poets,
Sugar Minott,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Invisible,
Hot Snakes,
Livin' Joy,
Connie Case,
Rosa Yemen,
Michelle Simonal,
Archie Shepp,
Supertramp,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.