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 Costa Rica 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cluster to the grime 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
New York Dolls,
Althea and Donna,
Piero Umiliani,
The Velvet Underground,
Ken Boothe,
DNA,
Donny Hathaway,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Motorama,
Fatback Band,
Joyce Sims,
Warren Ellis,
Sound Behaviour,
Make Up,
Minutemen,
Minny Pops,
Judy Mowatt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Adolescents,
Lungfish,
Suburban Knight,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare,
Los Fastidios,
The Sound,
Arab on Radar,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wally Richardson,
Wasted Youth,
Gang Green,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radiohead,
Negative Approach,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Angels of Light,
Ultravox,
Scratch Acid,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Harpers Bizarre,
Drexciya,
PIL,
Howard Jones,
Aaron Thompson,
Audionom,
Japan,
Joe Smooth,
cv313,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cymande,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Animal Collective,
The Neon Judgement,
Intrusion,
Moebius,
Wings,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Archie Shepp,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.