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 Mozambique and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 Fela Kuti 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes 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 sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
New Age Steppers,
Matthew Halsall,
The Smoke,
Fear,
Wally Richardson,
Popol Vuh,
Babytalk,
Tears for Fears,
The Busters,
Funkadelic,
Newcleus,
Animal Collective,
Sam Rivers,
Johnny Clarke,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minutemen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Blackbyrds,
The Martian,
Supertramp,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Pus,
Marmalade,
Man Parrish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Maleditus Sound,
Joe Finger,
Gichy Dan,
Connie Case,
Mo-Dettes,
Minny Pops,
Eric Dolphy,
Judy Mowatt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Barracudas,
The Gladiators,
The Sonics,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Moon,
Rosa Yemen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Anakelly,
Fat Boys,
Howard Jones,
The Misunderstood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Golliwogs,
Half Japanese,
Deakin,
Terry Callier,
Crispy Ambulance,
OOIOO,
The Slits,
Tom Boy,
Desert Stars,
The Kinks,
Marc Almond,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.