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 Angola and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Connie Case to the dance 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Ornette Coleman,
Scrapy,
Robert Görl,
the Germs,
John Cale,
Kevin Saunderson,
One Last Wish,
Eurythmics,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Saints,
Wasted Youth,
Matthew Bourne,
Nas,
Bluetip,
Marine Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Freddie Wadling,
Camouflage,
Sun City Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
Aaron Thompson,
Amon Düül,
Juan Atkins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dead Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
Von Mondo,
The Gories,
Magma,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Flamin' Groovies,
kango's stein massive,
Dual Sessions,
Delon & Dalcan,
Accadde A,
Angry Samoans,
The Smiths,
Wings,
The Offenders,
The Gun Club,
John Coltrane,
Sam Rivers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alison Limerick,
Unwound,
Nico,
Mantronix,
Jacob Miller,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Beau Brummels,
Yusef Lateef,
Babytalk,
The Trojans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roger Hodgson,
Derrick Morgan,
The Selecter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Adolescents,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.