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 Venezuela and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Graham Central Station to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bluetip,
Marvin Gaye,
Letta Mbulu,
MC5,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Morten Harket,
The Saints,
Faust,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Christie,
Youth Brigade,
Soul II Soul,
Bootsy Collins,
Rekid,
The Smoke,
AZ,
Thompson Twins,
The Last Poets,
Donny Hathaway,
Goldenarms,
Section 25,
The Tremeloes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pharoah Sanders,
Neil Young,
Desert Stars,
Eurythmics,
Livin' Joy,
Reuben Wilson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Talk Talk,
The Pop Group,
the Bar-Kays,
Parry Music,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sixth Finger,
Rotary Connection,
The Golliwogs,
Dave Gahan,
Tommy Roe,
10cc,
Charles Mingus,
Darondo,
Minutemen,
The Moleskins,
Ohio Players,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joy Division,
The Blackbyrds,
Visage,
T.S.O.L.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barrington Levy,
Terry Callier,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.