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 Vietnam and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Donald Fagen 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the techno 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
the Slits,
The Leaves,
Marvin Gaye,
The Smoke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Max Romeo,
Brothers Johnson,
Tubeway Army,
Skarface,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Litter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alice Coltrane,
Wasted Youth,
Scan 7,
The Blues Magoos,
Rod Modell,
Goldenarms,
Zapp,
Faraquet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dennis Brown,
Bauhaus,
Blossom Toes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bad Manners,
Franke,
Ohio Players,
The Selecter,
Joyce Sims,
Slave,
Circle Jerks,
a-ha,
Skaos,
Jeff Mills,
ABC,
FM Einheit,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fortunes,
New Order,
Desert Stars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Terry Callier,
Gang Green,
Malaria!,
Mo-Dettes,
The Busters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Beau Brummels,
Lakeside,
Iggy Pop,
The Names,
X-Ray Spex,
Duran Duran,
Unrelated Segments,
Bootsy Collins,
Vladislav Delay,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cramps,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.