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 Indonesia and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 R.M.O. to the disco 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Circle Jerks,
The Misunderstood,
Pulsallama,
The Saints,
Erasure,
Carl Craig,
KRS-One,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jerry's Kids,
Accadde A,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Quadrant,
The Zeros,
Hardrive,
The Gladiators,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bootsy Collins,
The Victims,
Henry Cow,
Minny Pops,
Marcia Griffiths,
Judy Mowatt,
Lower 48,
F. McDonald,
Tomorrow,
CMW,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Smiths,
David McCallum,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Blancmange,
Sight & Sound,
Scott Walker,
James White and The Blacks,
Monolake,
Q65,
Soulsonic Force,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sarah Menescal,
the Association,
Das Ding,
Derrick Morgan,
Sun City Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Aaron Thompson,
Electric Prunes,
Technova,
Terry Callier,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pierre Henry,
The Standells,
Erykah Badu,
Fela Kuti,
Basic Channel,
Ice-T,
The Fortunes,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.