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 Papua New Guinea and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 Joensuu 1685 to the rock 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oblivians,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barry Ungar,
Negative Approach,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Procol Harum,
The Saints,
Pole,
Robert Görl,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
F. McDonald,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gong,
Alice Coltrane,
The Slits,
The Evens,
Kas Product,
Michelle Simonal,
Flipper,
Alison Limerick,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mission of Burma,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eli Mardock,
Camouflage,
Janne Schatter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Shuggie Otis,
Danielle Patucci,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scrapy,
D'Angelo,
The Blackbyrds,
the Bar-Kays,
Con Funk Shun,
Dave Gahan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Godley & Creme,
DNA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Popol Vuh,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Spandau Ballet,
Nils Olav,
Isaac Hayes,
Smog,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hashim,
Scion,
Fad Gadget,
CMW,
Josef K,
Ornette Coleman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Womack,
Crispian St. Peters,
Junior Murvin,
Warsaw,
the Swans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.