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 Laos and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Howard Jones to the techno 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Litter,
Tim Buckley,
Bush Tetras,
Maurizio,
Ultra Naté,
The Leaves,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Danielle Patucci,
Mad Mike,
Visage,
the Association,
Desert Stars,
Gastr Del Sol,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Christie,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Funky Four + One,
Babytalk,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang of Four,
Aural Exciters,
Erasure,
Minutemen,
Swell Maps,
Adolescents,
Con Funk Shun,
Leonard Cohen,
Ohio Players,
Camberwell Now,
Outsiders,
Kayak,
Rosa Yemen,
Jawbox,
Isaac Hayes,
Thompson Twins,
Roger Hodgson,
The Divine Comedy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Average White Band,
Q and Not U,
Eurythmics,
Das Ding,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare,
La Düsseldorf,
Jeru the Damaja,
A Certain Ratio,
Dead Boys,
Marine Girls,
Cybotron,
The Slackers,
Groovy Waters,
The Dead C,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.