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 Latvia and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin 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 Mars to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Thee Headcoats,
Anthony Braxton,
Porter Ricks,
Gong,
Nirvana,
Intrusion,
Terry Callier,
The American Breed,
Camouflage,
Black Moon,
Slave,
Japan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Boz Scaggs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
10cc,
Andrew Hill,
Quantec,
Zero Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joy Division,
Roxette,
Delon & Dalcan,
DJ Sneak,
Mandrill,
The Angels of Light,
The Evens,
Aaron Thompson,
F. McDonald,
New Order,
Aswad,
Clear Light,
Funky Four + One,
Derrick May,
Tropical Tobacco,
Althea and Donna,
Bill Near,
Second Layer,
The Moody Blues,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eurythmics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Altered Images,
Arcadia,
Sandy B,
Oneida,
Yusef Lateef,
New Age Steppers,
The J.B.'s,
Kool Moe Dee,
Siglo XX,
Crash Course in Science,
Dual Sessions,
Circle Jerks,
The Moleskins,
Scott Walker,
Vainqueur,
Motorama,
June Days,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.