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 Norway and from Bremen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Donald Fagen 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 Neil Young to the techno 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Albert Ayler,
Danielle Patucci,
Young Marble Giants,
The Evens,
Ornette Coleman,
Tears for Fears,
Donny Hathaway,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wally Richardson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gong,
Rotary Connection,
Delta 5,
Das Ding,
David Bowie,
The Doors,
the Association,
Scott Walker,
Susan Cadogan,
The Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Laurel Aitken,
The Young Rascals,
Eric Copeland,
Half Japanese,
Grey Daturas,
Electric Prunes,
Cluster,
Sandy B,
Anakelly,
Monks,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Tremeloes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nils Olav,
Eli Mardock,
Byron Stingily,
Soul II Soul,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Associates,
Piero Umiliani,
Eyeless In Gaza,
ABBA,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Walker Brothers,
the Germs,
The Gap Band,
the Human League,
The Last Poets,
Darondo,
CMW,
Popol Vuh,
The Pop Group,
Rakim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultravox,
KRS-One,
John Coltrane,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.