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 Oman and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the dance 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
the Soft Cell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Basic Channel,
Deadbeat,
Nils Olav,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mantronix,
The Grass Roots,
Tres Demented,
Young Marble Giants,
Lucky Dragons,
The Red Krayola,
Minutemen,
Ten City,
Funky Four + One,
Joey Negro,
Marcia Griffiths,
Organ,
T.S.O.L.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Robert Görl,
The Electric Prunes,
Neil Young,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Faust,
Franke,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dual Sessions,
One Last Wish,
Anakelly,
Jeff Lynne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pet Shop Boys,
David Bowie,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fugs,
In Retrospect,
Tubeway Army,
the Bar-Kays,
Television Personalities,
Grey Daturas,
Cameo,
The Gap Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nik Kershaw,
The Index,
Hasil Adkins,
The Shadows of Knight,
T. Rex,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Byrd,
The Neon Judgement,
Public Image Ltd.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Martian,
Maurizio,
Byron Stingily,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eli Mardock,
Joe Smooth,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.