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 Nepal and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Lou Reed 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 Stiv Bators to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Names,
Bill Wells,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Trumans Water,
Average White Band,
Mandrill,
Derrick May,
Sound Behaviour,
David McCallum,
Cybotron,
Agitation Free,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bizarre Inc.,
Neil Young,
Sonic Youth,
Eddi Front,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Andrew Hill,
Nirvana,
Anakelly,
Kerrie Biddell,
Maleditus Sound,
MDC,
The Star Department,
Glambeats Corp.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Inner City,
June Days,
Warren Ellis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pagans,
X-101,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gladiators,
The Gap Band,
Y Pants,
Funkadelic,
Connie Case,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Spoonie Gee,
Judy Mowatt,
The Doors,
The Angels of Light,
Neu!,
Qualms,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Starr,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Holt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mr. Review,
Minutemen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eric Dolphy,
Moby Grape,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ten City,
Brothers Johnson,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.