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 Ukraine and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fire Engines,
James White and The Blacks,
Fear,
Visage,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deakin,
Television,
June Days,
Ultra Naté,
Faraquet,
Trumans Water,
Letta Mbulu,
Maurizio,
Lakeside,
Terrestrial Tones,
Thompson Twins,
Siglo XX,
The Angels of Light,
Delta 5,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Golliwogs,
The Wake,
L. Decosne,
Hasil Adkins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roger Hodgson,
Minnie Riperton,
Young Marble Giants,
Skaos,
Hardrive,
Tim Buckley,
The Techniques,
Symarip,
Bush Tetras,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Electric Prunes,
The Residents,
Todd Rundgren,
Aural Exciters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bad Manners,
Spoonie Gee,
The Modern Lovers,
the Bar-Kays,
Barbara Tucker,
Unrelated Segments,
Sugar Minott,
Crime,
Jeff Lynne,
Barry Ungar,
Peter and Kerry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bill Near,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.