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 Singapore and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 MC5 to the funk 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Heaven 17,
Desert Stars,
Public Image Ltd.,
Freddie Wadling,
X-102,
Qualms,
Sandy B,
Ultimate Spinach,
Electric Prunes,
Archie Shepp,
The Doors,
Soulsonic Force,
Zero Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
Sparks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aswad,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Normal,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Connie Case,
Ohio Players,
Supertramp,
Kerri Chandler,
Flipper,
Judy Mowatt,
Nik Kershaw,
Bluetip,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soft Cell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dave Gahan,
ABC,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Visage,
Shuggie Otis,
PIL,
Jacob Miller,
L. Decosne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roy Ayers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Unrelated Segments,
the Swans,
Dual Sessions,
Simply Red,
Juan Atkins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Magma,
Bronski Beat,
Spandau Ballet,
Fat Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fortunes,
Mark Hollis,
Fela Kuti,
Kurtis Blow,
Thompson Twins,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.