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 Turkey and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Funkadelic to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
The Human League,
Swell Maps,
Schoolly D,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Monks,
Parry Music,
Barrington Levy,
Moby Grape,
Johnny Clarke,
Nirvana,
The Standells,
Rites of Spring,
Mission of Burma,
Freddie Wadling,
Yellowson,
John Lydon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cluster,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Birthday Party,
Sällskapet,
Yusef Lateef,
the Human League,
Ponytail,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Martian,
Hoover,
The Angels of Light,
Funkadelic,
Cameo,
Reuben Wilson,
The Busters,
Unrelated Segments,
The New Christs,
Quantec,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Toasters,
Fat Boys,
Black Flag,
Brick,
Massinfluence,
Max Romeo,
Lucky Dragons,
Marvin Gaye,
Faraquet,
Black Bananas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Skriet,
The Seeds,
Von Mondo,
The Slackers,
Amon Düül,
Altered Images,
Symarip,
The Gun Club,
Scientists,
Newcleus,
Main Source,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Inner City,
E-Dancer,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.