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 Swaziland and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Ronan to the crunk 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
The Black Dice,
Crooked Eye,
Simply Red,
Quadrant,
Fad Gadget,
The Cure,
Whodini,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mad Mike,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roger Hodgson,
Dawn Penn,
Toni Rubio,
Agitation Free,
The Trojans,
Barbara Tucker,
Livin' Joy,
Intrusion,
Drexciya,
Royal Trux,
Massinfluence,
Arcadia,
The Pretty Things,
Blancmange,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Flesh Eaters,
The American Breed,
Radio Birdman,
Moby Grape,
Cecil Taylor,
L. Decosne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Godley & Creme,
Eurythmics,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kurtis Blow,
Nas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Harry Pussy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Technova,
The Vogues,
Scott Walker,
the Swans,
Gang of Four,
Todd Rundgren,
Sällskapet,
Fatback Band,
June Days,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Talk Talk,
Negative Approach,
Buzzcocks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pere Ubu,
the Bar-Kays,
The Alarm Clocks,
Echospace,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.