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 Guinea and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Shadows of Knight to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Youth Brigade,
Soft Cell,
Ohio Players,
Pagans,
Spandau Ballet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eurythmics,
Sparks,
Sight & Sound,
EPMD,
Janne Schatter,
Surgeon,
Cymande,
Barbara Tucker,
The Raincoats,
Quadrant,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tomorrow,
Siglo XX,
Nas,
Bang On A Can,
Accadde A,
Sandy B,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crime,
Boogie Down Productions,
Michelle Simonal,
Carl Craig,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Altered Images,
Flash Fearless,
James White and The Blacks,
Henry Cow,
Negative Approach,
Rapeman,
The Modern Lovers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Malaria!,
Grauzone,
Reuben Wilson,
Rites of Spring,
Basic Channel,
Patti Smith,
Motorama,
Girls At Our Best!,
Oneida,
David Bowie,
Black Sheep,
Letta Mbulu,
Stereo Dub,
The Wake,
The Motions,
Freddie Wadling,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Prince Buster,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brand Nubian,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eddi Front,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.