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 Nigeria and from Calgary.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Kerri Chandler to the disco 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hasil Adkins,
David Axelrod,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Searchers,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gladiators,
The Move,
Sam Rivers,
Fluxion,
T.S.O.L.,
Aloha Tigers,
The Monks,
The Fall,
Pole,
Cecil Taylor,
Nick Fraelich,
Terry Callier,
Hot Snakes,
Tom Boy,
Royal Trux,
Lou Christie,
Babytalk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soft Machine,
Lindisfarne,
Michelle Simonal,
Max Romeo,
John Lydon,
The Martian,
Judy Mowatt,
Public Enemy,
Kerri Chandler,
Mad Mike,
Charles Mingus,
Niagra,
Prince Buster,
T. Rex,
David McCallum,
Maurizio,
the Normal,
H. Thieme,
Pussy Galore,
The Human League,
Scientists,
Goldenarms,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joyce Sims,
Eric B and Rakim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
FM Einheit,
Minny Pops,
Chrome,
Gabor Szabo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Raincoats,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.