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 Bahrain and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Spandau Ballet to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Mr. Review,
Los Fastidios,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Inner City,
The Smoke,
Joe Finger,
Bang On A Can,
Roxy Music,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cal Tjader,
Byron Stingily,
Tubeway Army,
Skarface,
Lakeside,
Alison Limerick,
Marshall Jefferson,
Clear Light,
Hashim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Al Stewart,
Throbbing Gristle,
T. Rex,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Leonard Cohen,
U.S. Maple,
Suicide,
Arthur Verocai,
Crash Course in Science,
Sonic Youth,
Rosa Yemen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bauhaus,
Television,
Nas,
Pantaleimon,
Massinfluence,
Aloha Tigers,
Jeff Mills,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Interpol,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tears for Fears,
Jerry's Kids,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eli Mardock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Das Ding,
Rakim,
David McCallum,
Cybotron,
FM Einheit,
The Divine Comedy,
Fela Kuti,
R.M.O.,
X-Ray Spex,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fortunes,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.