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 Kuwait and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Pagans to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Hood,
A Certain Ratio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minny Pops,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Index,
Bad Manners,
Cybotron,
Pulsallama,
Niagra,
Pylon,
Leonard Cohen,
Lalann,
MDC,
Minnie Riperton,
One Last Wish,
Jacob Miller,
10cc,
Basic Channel,
Gichy Dan,
The Velvet Underground,
Can,
Sight & Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alison Limerick,
David Axelrod,
Marc Almond,
Max Romeo,
Hoover,
Radiopuhelimet,
Boz Scaggs,
Con Funk Shun,
Urselle,
the Normal,
Boogie Down Productions,
Arthur Verocai,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roy Ayers,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fugs,
Piero Umiliani,
Goldenarms,
Fear,
PIL,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Flag,
Pantytec,
David McCallum,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fluxion,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Martian,
The Last Poets,
Peter and Kerry,
Todd Rundgren,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.