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 Liechtenstein and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 A Certain Ratio to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
the Soft Cell,
Simply Red,
Jerry's Kids,
Tubeway Army,
The Music Machine,
Half Japanese,
The Pretty Things,
The Mojo Men,
James White and The Blacks,
Patti Smith,
The Gun Club,
Joyce Sims,
Henry Cow,
Tres Demented,
Hardrive,
Faraquet,
Agent Orange,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cymande,
48th St. Collective,
Los Fastidios,
The Dead C,
DJ Style,
the Human League,
Clear Light,
T. Rex,
Eddi Front,
Black Pus,
X-101,
Wasted Youth,
Marine Girls,
Suicide,
The Zeros,
The Searchers,
Angry Samoans,
The Associates,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cure,
LL Cool J,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sällskapet,
Slick Rick,
Toni Rubio,
Section 25,
Can,
K-Klass,
Lou Reed,
Juan Atkins,
Talk Talk,
Smog,
Mars,
Traffic Nightmare,
Duran Duran,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alphaville,
Eric Dolphy,
The Wake,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.