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 Iceland and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 New Order to the techno 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
the Germs,
Angry Samoans,
Kas Product,
Marshall Jefferson,
Maleditus Sound,
Joey Negro,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Freddie Wadling,
Josef K,
The Grass Roots,
Lower 48,
The Trojans,
Leonard Cohen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Moss Icon,
Susan Cadogan,
Byron Stingily,
Alison Limerick,
Simply Red,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sexual Harrassment,
The American Breed,
Grandmaster Flash,
DNA,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Flipper,
Idris Muhammad,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeff Lynne,
Deadbeat,
Los Fastidios,
Duran Duran,
Ultimate Spinach,
K-Klass,
Marmalade,
Black Bananas,
KRS-One,
Ludus,
Accadde A,
The Flesh Eaters,
The New Christs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Shuggie Otis,
Lyres,
Joe Finger,
The Stooges,
These Immortal Souls,
Monks,
The Young Rascals,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ralphi Rosario,
Trumans Water,
The Raincoats,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Foxx,
Todd Terry,
Peter & Gordon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.