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 Madagascar and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Cure to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
The Dirtbombs,
Jandek,
Thompson Twins,
Franke,
Marvin Gaye,
Nation of Ulysses,
Boredoms,
Crash Course in Science,
The Martian,
Electric Prunes,
Monks,
Ralphi Rosario,
David Axelrod,
Scrapy,
The Fuzztones,
The Cramps,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Talk Talk,
The Slits,
Bobby Womack,
Charles Mingus,
Funkadelic,
The Gap Band,
Fat Boys,
David Bowie,
Robert Hood,
D'Angelo,
Black Sheep,
Max Romeo,
Drexciya,
Byron Stingily,
Ludus,
Suburban Knight,
Idris Muhammad,
Los Fastidios,
The American Breed,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Young Rascals,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stiv Bators,
Symarip,
B.T. Express,
The Golliwogs,
Nico,
The United States of America,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fall,
Anthony Braxton,
Marc Almond,
New Order,
Erasure,
Camberwell Now,
The Walker Brothers,
Jerry's Kids,
L. Decosne,
Ten City,
Duran Duran,
Q and Not U,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grandmaster Flash,
Skaos,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.