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 United States and from Mexico City.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Can to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken 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 dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
X-102,
The Last Poets,
Von Mondo,
The Cramps,
Depeche Mode,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Bar-Kays,
Bauhaus,
Chris Corsano,
Laurel Aitken,
One Last Wish,
Mad Mike,
Jerry's Kids,
Colin Newman,
Grauzone,
the Swans,
Dave Gahan,
Erasure,
Marine Girls,
Alphaville,
Ronan,
Electric Prunes,
Sixth Finger,
Toni Rubio,
Gil Scott Heron,
Don Cherry,
Tears for Fears,
Swell Maps,
R.M.O.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rekid,
Reagan Youth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Darondo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Faust,
Joe Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gun Club,
Barbara Tucker,
Harpers Bizarre,
E-Dancer,
Roger Hodgson,
Radiohead,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quadrant,
Harmonia,
Maurizio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
New Order,
Ultra Naté,
Marvin Gaye,
Stetsasonic,
Aswad,
The Fire Engines,
Con Funk Shun,
ABBA,
Eve St. Jones,
Bill Wells,
Suburban Knight,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.