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 Greece and from Woodstock.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 DNA to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Robert Hood,
Lee Hazlewood,
Henry Cow,
Rites of Spring,
The Moody Blues,
Josef K,
Marmalade,
Boz Scaggs,
The Litter,
Jacob Miller,
This Heat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Martian,
48th St. Collective,
Thompson Twins,
Deepchord,
Kayak,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
FM Einheit,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sandy B,
Ice-T,
Tres Demented,
Bootsy Collins,
Mars,
Brass Construction,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hot Snakes,
Jeff Mills,
Bob Dylan,
The Cowsills,
Davy DMX,
Duran Duran,
Derrick May,
Traffic Nightmare,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Country Teasers,
Minny Pops,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Green,
Ludus,
Fugazi,
Ronnie Foster,
the Slits,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Index,
Ponytail,
Hoover,
UT,
Outsiders,
Sex Pistols,
Clear Light,
The Doobie Brothers,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Moon,
The Remains,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Silicon Teens,
New Order,
Kerri Chandler,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.