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 Albania and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 Public Enemy to the disco 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
The Evens,
Susan Cadogan,
Ponytail,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Schoolly D,
Trumans Water,
The Toasters,
Agent Orange,
Barrington Levy,
Reagan Youth,
The Star Department,
Morten Harket,
Moss Icon,
Althea and Donna,
The Moody Blues,
Ornette Coleman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Little Man,
Massinfluence,
Pierre Henry,
U.S. Maple,
Sister Nancy,
Sixth Finger,
Aswad,
The Young Rascals,
Gang Green,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sound,
Soft Cell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alton Ellis,
Wings,
Lindisfarne,
David McCallum,
Alice Coltrane,
The Music Machine,
Frankie Knuckles,
Todd Terry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marc Almond,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Procol Harum,
Visage,
Pagans,
K-Klass,
Marmalade,
The Misunderstood,
Yusef Lateef,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jesper Dahlback,
DJ Sneak,
DJ Style,
Mars,
Junior Murvin,
cv313,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Knickerbockers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hasil Adkins,
Spandau Ballet,
Malaria!,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.