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 Equatorial Guinea and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Japan to the funk 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neu!,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fat Boys,
Section 25,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
R.M.O.,
The Young Rascals,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
PIL,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Sheep,
Letta Mbulu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Robert Hood,
The J.B.'s,
Ludus,
Franke,
Pylon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Radiohead,
Q65,
The Cure,
The Cosmic Jokers,
L. Decosne,
Juan Atkins,
Index,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Detroit Cobras,
Peter and Kerry,
This Heat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultra Naté,
Minutemen,
Trumans Water,
Scrapy,
Reuben Wilson,
Bob Dylan,
Ronan,
Leonard Cohen,
X-102,
Wolf Eyes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jacob Miller,
Todd Terry,
Mandrill,
Alice Coltrane,
The Walker Brothers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Main Source,
Judy Mowatt,
Liliput,
48th St. Collective,
John Foxx,
Adolescents,
Sandy B,
Faust,
The Sonics,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.