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 Greece and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
The Knickerbockers,
The Leaves,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pulsallama,
Black Pus,
Alison Limerick,
Wally Richardson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Goldenarms,
Joe Finger,
Roger Hodgson,
Shuggie Otis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Index,
Lightning Bolt,
Roy Ayers,
Deakin,
Max Romeo,
ABC,
The Real Kids,
Peter and Kerry,
Skaos,
10cc,
Newcleus,
Quando Quango,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hasil Adkins,
The Last Poets,
Subhumans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nation of Ulysses,
Absolute Body Control,
Metal Thangz,
Swans,
CMW,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joensuu 1685,
David McCallum,
Jeff Lynne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soulsonic Force,
Patti Smith,
Q65,
Oneida,
The Fall,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Funkadelic,
Mandrill,
Malaria!,
Electric Prunes,
Lalann,
Guru Guru,
Tubeway Army,
Don Cherry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Erykah Badu,
Yusef Lateef,
Radiopuhelimet,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Seeds,
Kayak,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.