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 East Timor and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Amon Düül II to the rap 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Freddie Wadling,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sound Behaviour,
The Sound,
The New Christs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Make Up,
Altered Images,
Bobby Womack,
These Immortal Souls,
Crash Course in Science,
Motorama,
Flash Fearless,
R.M.O.,
The Knickerbockers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kaleidoscope,
Icehouse,
This Heat,
Wings,
Slave,
Inner City,
Loose Ends,
Lyres,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Matthew Halsall,
Public Enemy,
Barry Ungar,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joe Finger,
Pierre Henry,
Easy Going,
Davy DMX,
Surgeon,
Colin Newman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-102,
Blake Baxter,
Cymande,
Porter Ricks,
Cheater Slicks,
Au Pairs,
Laurel Aitken,
Joy Division,
Nas,
The Associates,
Gang Green,
The Red Krayola,
The Seeds,
Qualms,
Deakin,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Stooges,
The Dirtbombs,
Jandek,
Agitation Free,
The Five Americans,
Fela Kuti,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.