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 Brazil and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 Bob Dylan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Invisible,
Neu!,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kayak,
Monks,
Talk Talk,
Donny Hathaway,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Standells,
John Foxx,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pole,
Boz Scaggs,
Joy Division,
Pulsallama,
the Fania All-Stars,
David Axelrod,
The Litter,
Sixth Finger,
The Fall,
Theoretical Girls,
Derrick May,
Amazonics,
John Holt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arab on Radar,
Gil Scott Heron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Motorama,
Josef K,
Audionom,
Fela Kuti,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Slits,
Goldenarms,
Amon Düül,
Adolescents,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Underground Resistance,
Sexual Harrassment,
Young Marble Giants,
Bluetip,
Supertramp,
The New Christs,
Infiniti,
Idris Muhammad,
The Real Kids,
Robert Hood,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minny Pops,
Zapp,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Sherman,
cv313,
Harmonia,
Jawbox,
Max Romeo,
Barry Ungar,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.