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 St Lucia and from Tehran.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Martian to the punk 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Gang Gang Dance,
Qualms,
Vladislav Delay,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Con Funk Shun,
Alison Limerick,
Ultravox,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mary Jane Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dave Gahan,
Dawn Penn,
Main Source,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Toasters,
The Red Krayola,
Mars,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cecil Taylor,
The Happenings,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Talk Talk,
Au Pairs,
Sister Nancy,
Q and Not U,
Maurizio,
The Index,
Slick Rick,
Sexual Harrassment,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stiv Bators,
The Mojo Men,
Harpers Bizarre,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Moody Blues,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Invisible,
Magazine,
These Immortal Souls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rufus Thomas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Accadde A,
Robert Hood,
Buzzcocks,
K-Klass,
PIL,
Marmalade,
Ludus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.