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 Monaco and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 Eve St. Jones to the rock 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lalo Schifrin,
Simply Red,
Freddie Wadling,
Michelle Simonal,
Audionom,
The Cramps,
Steve Hackett,
Pole,
Marcia Griffiths,
Maurizio,
ABC,
John Cale,
The Vogues,
Tears for Fears,
The Kinks,
Monks,
Iggy Pop,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fuzztones,
Procol Harum,
R.M.O.,
Anakelly,
Tom Boy,
The Human League,
Mo-Dettes,
Slick Rick,
Judy Mowatt,
Delon & Dalcan,
Albert Ayler,
Aswad,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Litter,
Intrusion,
The Red Krayola,
Niagra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Saints,
The Divine Comedy,
Japan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Bar-Kays,
Sound Behaviour,
Public Image Ltd.,
David McCallum,
Donald Byrd,
Metal Thangz,
Smog,
Sparks,
Amon Düül II,
Donny Hathaway,
Letta Mbulu,
Cybotron,
Rakim,
The Remains,
Bobby Womack,
Barbara Tucker,
Nation of Ulysses,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.