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 Brunei and from Manila.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sun Ra to the disco 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Cameo,
Desert Stars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Goldenarms,
Lindisfarne,
Yazoo,
Roy Ayers,
Flipper,
Barry Ungar,
Echospace,
Index,
Scott Walker,
Lakeside,
Soft Cell,
Kenny Larkin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Colin Newman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
MC5,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Magma,
PIL,
Outsiders,
the Soft Cell,
Massinfluence,
Todd Rundgren,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wings,
Young Marble Giants,
Saccharine Trust,
Chris Corsano,
The Busters,
Thee Headcoats,
Accadde A,
Niagra,
10cc,
New Age Steppers,
Neil Young,
Rites of Spring,
Agitation Free,
Silicon Teens,
Peter and Kerry,
Brothers Johnson,
Hasil Adkins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arcadia,
Spandau Ballet,
The Litter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jeru the Damaja,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crime,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scion,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.