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 Luxembourg and from London.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar 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 Bauhaus to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
a-ha,
The J.B.'s,
The Misunderstood,
Roxette,
Unrelated Segments,
Porter Ricks,
Henry Cow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eden Ahbez,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minutemen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Excepter,
Section 25,
Junior Murvin,
Television Personalities,
The New Christs,
Dorothy Ashby,
EPMD,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Leonard Cohen,
Desert Stars,
The Modern Lovers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barrington Levy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Vainqueur,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bush Tetras,
The Gories,
Yellowson,
Cal Tjader,
Newcleus,
Althea and Donna,
La Düsseldorf,
Cluster,
Bootsy Collins,
ABC,
Pere Ubu,
The Star Department,
The Martian,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Darondo,
Mr. Review,
Joe Finger,
Tomorrow,
The Velvet Underground,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tres Demented,
Nas,
Peter & Gordon,
Maleditus Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Quantec,
Crooked Eye,
Mars,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.