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 Argentina and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes 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 Ultravox to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alphaville,
Slick Rick,
Janne Schatter,
Yellowson,
Eden Ahbez,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roxette,
Nico,
Angry Samoans,
Rakim,
The Dead C,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Byrd,
Aswad,
The Misunderstood,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Procol Harum,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Arcadia,
Goldenarms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
T. Rex,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soft Cell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Visage,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Essential Logic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Das Ding,
Chris Corsano,
Talk Talk,
Fear,
The United States of America,
Andrew Hill,
These Immortal Souls,
Reuben Wilson,
Dawn Penn,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sun City Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Index,
Aaron Thompson,
Rekid,
Black Pus,
Oneida,
Franke,
Vainqueur,
X-101,
Lyres,
Eli Mardock,
Scan 7,
48th St. Collective,
Jacques Brel,
Nils Olav,
The Zeros,
Minutemen,
Electric Prunes,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.