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 Columbus.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar 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 Flesh Eaters to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Wire,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Loose Ends,
Idris Muhammad,
EPMD,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultimate Spinach,
Basic Channel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sight & Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
The Human League,
Peter & Gordon,
Lindisfarne,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gun Club,
Yazoo,
Parry Music,
Tommy Roe,
The Names,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Sherman,
Spoonie Gee,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Guru Guru,
Eden Ahbez,
Mars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Duran Duran,
The Doors,
Bluetip,
Simply Red,
CMW,
Mission of Burma,
Yellowson,
Howard Jones,
Cybotron,
Kerrie Biddell,
David Bowie,
Amazonics,
Pet Shop Boys,
Vainqueur,
Godley & Creme,
Tropical Tobacco,
Symarip,
Sandy B,
Electric Prunes,
Scion,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Womack,
The Invisible,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.