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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Johannesburg.
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 Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gang Gang Dance to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
U.S. Maple,
Infiniti,
The Fire Engines,
The Shadows of Knight,
Graham Central Station,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sonics,
Von Mondo,
Clear Light,
The Monochrome Set,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grey Daturas,
Franke,
Eddi Front,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Liliput,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Funky Four + One,
New Age Steppers,
Nils Olav,
Average White Band,
Popol Vuh,
Janne Schatter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Dirtbombs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pulsallama,
Eden Ahbez,
Minor Threat,
Donald Byrd,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scientists,
John Holt,
Slick Rick,
Half Japanese,
John Coltrane,
Supertramp,
Nik Kershaw,
Severed Heads,
Gang Gang Dance,
10cc,
Ornette Coleman,
Erasure,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Christie,
CMW,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Faust,
Nico,
PIL,
Derrick Morgan,
Fad Gadget,
Mandrill,
The Moleskins,
Black Moon,
Steve Hackett,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.