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 Russia and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Q65 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Swans,
Donald Byrd,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Radiohead,
Alison Limerick,
The Count Five,
Monks,
Buzzcocks,
AZ,
Stetsasonic,
Von Mondo,
The Blues Magoos,
Cluster,
Sam Rivers,
Shoche,
Hot Snakes,
Deadbeat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Offenders,
Y Pants,
Arab on Radar,
Colin Newman,
the Soft Cell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Velvet Underground,
These Immortal Souls,
Yazoo,
China Crisis,
The Remains,
Jeff Lynne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Grass Roots,
Brothers Johnson,
Young Marble Giants,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bad Manners,
X-101,
Surgeon,
Radio Birdman,
Peter & Gordon,
a-ha,
The Star Department,
Bauhaus,
The Index,
Black Sheep,
The Invisible,
Scan 7,
Easy Going,
Fela Kuti,
Radiopuhelimet,
Johnny Clarke,
Todd Rundgren,
A Certain Ratio,
48th St. Collective,
Charles Mingus,
Procol Harum,
Nirvana,
Country Teasers,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.