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 Micronesia and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 Quadrant to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stetsasonic,
The Victims,
X-101,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
Charles Mingus,
kango's stein massive,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hoover,
Al Stewart,
The Neon Judgement,
Essential Logic,
Procol Harum,
Whodini,
Danielle Patucci,
Radiohead,
U.S. Maple,
Prince Buster,
Wolf Eyes,
Television Personalities,
Lou Christie,
Boredoms,
Boz Scaggs,
Suicide,
Circle Jerks,
Spandau Ballet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Los Fastidios,
Youth Brigade,
The Electric Prunes,
Supertramp,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nils Olav,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cameo,
Ornette Coleman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fire Engines,
Man Parrish,
The Beau Brummels,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Kinks,
Donald Byrd,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Guru Guru,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scientists,
DJ Sneak,
June Days,
Shoche,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Human League,
Outsiders,
Gang of Four,
Derrick May,
Kool Moe Dee,
Vainqueur,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.