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 Taiwan and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tubeway Army to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Supertramp,
Dave Gahan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pantaleimon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jandek,
Crime,
Alice Coltrane,
Qualms,
Rites of Spring,
Gerry Rafferty,
Monks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barclay James Harvest,
Patti Smith,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Vainqueur,
Absolute Body Control,
Shoche,
Rekid,
Iggy Pop,
Al Stewart,
Joensuu 1685,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Au Pairs,
John Coltrane,
Ossler,
Nas,
Skarface,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
UT,
Negative Approach,
Jacob Miller,
John Lydon,
Pagans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Q65,
Clear Light,
Soul II Soul,
The Standells,
Black Bananas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chris & Cosey,
Sun Ra,
D'Angelo,
Freddie Wadling,
The Last Poets,
The Misunderstood,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Selecter,
MDC,
The Cowsills,
Quantec,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Kinks,
Tommy Roe,
Kayak,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.