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 South Africa and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Cluster to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Drexciya,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sparks,
the Swans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Icehouse,
Porter Ricks,
Swans,
The Neon Judgement,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alphaville,
Rapeman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bob Dylan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Reuben Wilson,
kango's stein massive,
Heaven 17,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang Gang Dance,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Sonics,
X-101,
The Detroit Cobras,
New Order,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quadrant,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Mojo Men,
Clear Light,
Danielle Patucci,
Eden Ahbez,
the Germs,
Trumans Water,
The Count Five,
Ponytail,
Slave,
The Invisible,
The Moleskins,
Yaz,
Second Layer,
Brand Nubian,
U.S. Maple,
the Sonics,
Gichy Dan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radiohead,
Absolute Body Control,
The Modern Lovers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
LL Cool J,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Black Dice,
The Offenders,
Josef K,
Suburban Knight,
The Toasters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.