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 Madrid.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 One Last Wish to the dance 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Simply Red,
Brass Construction,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Smog,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Newcleus,
The Cramps,
New Order,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tubeway Army,
Roxette,
Chris & Cosey,
Groovy Waters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Infiniti,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bang On A Can,
Blossom Toes,
The Blues Magoos,
Lalann,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Faraquet,
Make Up,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Real Kids,
Minnie Riperton,
The Remains,
Shoche,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kool Moe Dee,
Excepter,
Hoover,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gichy Dan,
Iggy Pop,
Robert Görl,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mad Mike,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Byron Stingily,
Man Parrish,
Sun City Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Five Americans,
Duran Duran,
Aural Exciters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
China Crisis,
Vainqueur,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Sherman,
Massinfluence,
Roger Hodgson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Royal Trux,
Shuggie Otis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.