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 Kuwait and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dave Gahan to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Bush Tetras,
Swell Maps,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rapeman,
Sandy B,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang Green,
Grauzone,
Iggy Pop,
The New Christs,
The Grass Roots,
Magazine,
EPMD,
Howard Jones,
Inner City,
Y Pants,
The Busters,
Donald Byrd,
Eli Mardock,
Roger Hodgson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Index,
Graham Central Station,
Davy DMX,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun Ra,
Chrome,
Metal Thangz,
Bizarre Inc.,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marine Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
Andrew Hill,
MC5,
The Smoke,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Sheep,
Lakeside,
Cecil Taylor,
The Count Five,
Panda Bear,
Q and Not U,
The Cramps,
Arab on Radar,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Foxx,
Kas Product,
Rosa Yemen,
Talk Talk,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Johnny Clarke,
H. Thieme,
Aural Exciters,
Scott Walker,
Yellowson,
Gong,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nils Olav,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.