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 Lesotho and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Brand Nubian to the jazz 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Jerry's Kids,
Donald Byrd,
Sällskapet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dave Gahan,
Oblivians,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Man Parrish,
Rosa Yemen,
cv313,
The Mojo Men,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Motions,
The Monochrome Set,
Severed Heads,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Martian,
Average White Band,
Au Pairs,
The Barracudas,
MC5,
The Buckinghams,
The Litter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eve St. Jones,
Skriet,
Bootsy Collins,
The Birthday Party,
The Monks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
X-101,
Clear Light,
Bronski Beat,
The Selecter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minor Threat,
Maleditus Sound,
Barrington Levy,
B.T. Express,
EPMD,
Janne Schatter,
PIL,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alton Ellis,
Warren Ellis,
Warsaw,
Lou Christie,
the Soft Cell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Laurel Aitken,
ABBA,
The Dead C,
Sun Ra,
Aloha Tigers,
Young Marble Giants,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Albert Ayler,
Robert Hood,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.