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 Estonia and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Harmonia to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Leonard Cohen,
Fluxion,
Aswad,
Joy Division,
Ronan,
Swans,
Buzzcocks,
Yaz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Simply Red,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Moleskins,
Moby Grape,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soulsonic Force,
Warsaw,
The Electric Prunes,
Terry Callier,
John Coltrane,
DNA,
Marmalade,
The Seeds,
Clear Light,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Qualms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grey Daturas,
Soft Cell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sixth Finger,
Amon Düül II,
The New Christs,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Gang Dance,
Television,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Searchers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roy Ayers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mars,
Drive Like Jehu,
Steve Hackett,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nirvana,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scratch Acid,
Sound Behaviour,
Moebius,
The Dead C,
Judy Mowatt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Angels of Light,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang Green,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.