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 Spain and from Mexico City.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Neil Young,
Aural Exciters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fire Engines,
Magma,
Royal Trux,
Thompson Twins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Alarm Clocks,
10cc,
Roy Ayers,
The Leaves,
The Moleskins,
Ohio Players,
Matthew Halsall,
Niagra,
Rites of Spring,
The Mojo Men,
Blancmange,
Black Moon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Quadrant,
The Grass Roots,
Con Funk Shun,
Theoretical Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
Roxy Music,
Massinfluence,
The Standells,
Rekid,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Index,
Electric Prunes,
Saccharine Trust,
Todd Rundgren,
Davy DMX,
Funky Four + One,
the Soft Cell,
The Fall,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Blues Magoos,
Donny Hathaway,
Harmonia,
Kenny Larkin,
The Remains,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Janne Schatter,
Lindisfarne,
Moebius,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Warsaw,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Judy Mowatt,
Delta 5,
Eve St. Jones,
Monks,
UT,
the Human League,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.