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 Uruguay and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tropical Tobacco to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Tomorrow,
Kayak,
The Tremeloes,
Kenny Larkin,
Alphaville,
Ronnie Foster,
Second Layer,
Duran Duran,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marine Girls,
The New Christs,
Soft Cell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sandy B,
Henry Cow,
Camberwell Now,
Shuggie Otis,
Brand Nubian,
L. Decosne,
Slave,
Colin Newman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Pretty Things,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Inner City,
Erykah Badu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Judy Mowatt,
Young Marble Giants,
Nick Fraelich,
Harmonia,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Flipper,
Arcadia,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
John Holt,
The Vogues,
Mr. Review,
John Lydon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hasil Adkins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
AZ,
Isaac Hayes,
Los Fastidios,
Stereo Dub,
Simply Red,
The Durutti Column,
Section 25,
Man Parrish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Mummies,
June of 44,
Darondo,
Youth Brigade,
The Skatalites,
The Motions,
Sound Behaviour,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.