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 Malawi and from Lyon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 Schoolly D to the techno 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
James White and The Blacks,
The Motions,
The Young Rascals,
Lungfish,
Electric Prunes,
Donald Byrd,
Bluetip,
Scott Walker,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bootsy Collins,
Judy Mowatt,
The Offenders,
Basic Channel,
Angry Samoans,
Jacques Brel,
Thee Headcoats,
New Order,
Sparks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aswad,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rhythm & Sound,
X-102,
Vladislav Delay,
Con Funk Shun,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Metal Thangz,
Yaz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mad Mike,
Mary Jane Girls,
48th St. Collective,
The Walker Brothers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
MDC,
The Star Department,
Au Pairs,
Boredoms,
Soulsonic Force,
Eric Dolphy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harmonia,
Godley & Creme,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Reed,
Circle Jerks,
PIL,
Thompson Twins,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Silicon Teens,
Robert Hood,
the Soft Cell,
John Foxx,
Ludus,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.