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 Liechtenstein and from Madrid.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 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 Babytalk to the rock 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Deadbeat,
Fear,
Fad Gadget,
Ultra Naté,
T. Rex,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Shadows of Knight,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Moebius,
Q and Not U,
Junior Murvin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minnie Riperton,
Lalann,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Happenings,
Matthew Halsall,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fuzztones,
Mantronix,
Glenn Branca,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Chrome,
John Coltrane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fire Engines,
Big Daddy Kane,
Franke,
FM Einheit,
Scientists,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ten City,
Shoche,
Archie Shepp,
Marine Girls,
X-101,
Symarip,
The Mojo Men,
Magazine,
John Holt,
Nas,
48th St. Collective,
Joey Negro,
Infiniti,
Roger Hodgson,
Soul II Soul,
Camberwell Now,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Technova,
The Velvet Underground,
Basic Channel,
Rod Modell,
Roxette,
Bobby Sherman,
New Age Steppers,
Sex Pistols,
Dual Sessions,
Nils Olav,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.