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 Turkmenistan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 Boredoms to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Dead C,
Liliput,
Interpol,
Subhumans,
Colin Newman,
Royal Trux,
10cc,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Frankie Knuckles,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Angels of Light,
Qualms,
Bronski Beat,
Schoolly D,
Average White Band,
Half Japanese,
Stiv Bators,
Janne Schatter,
Black Pus,
UT,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Skarface,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dave Gahan,
Kaleidoscope,
Nas,
Lakeside,
Roy Ayers,
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Hood,
Sonny Sharrock,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gap Band,
Ken Boothe,
MDC,
Masters at Work,
Symarip,
Public Enemy,
Porter Ricks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Isaac Hayes,
New York Dolls,
Chrome,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DJ Style,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sparks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Harry Pussy,
Laurel Aitken,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eden Ahbez,
Amon Düül II,
The Black Dice,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lindisfarne,
Marc Almond,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.