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 Mauritania and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Robert Görl to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Matthew Bourne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Spandau Ballet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Dave Clark Five,
Steve Hackett,
The Toasters,
Max Romeo,
Mo-Dettes,
Marc Almond,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dave Gahan,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang Gang Dance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Sherman,
Animal Collective,
The Skatalites,
DNA,
Scott Walker,
Wire,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Litter,
The Star Department,
Moby Grape,
The Birthday Party,
The Moleskins,
Scan 7,
Thompson Twins,
Skaos,
Rakim,
The Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Doobie Brothers,
LL Cool J,
Bill Wells,
Archie Shepp,
The Fire Engines,
Aural Exciters,
Moss Icon,
Sun Ra,
Dawn Penn,
The Pop Group,
Electric Prunes,
Groovy Waters,
Cybotron,
Franke,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
R.M.O.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minnie Riperton,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Icehouse,
10cc,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Toni Rubio,
A Certain Ratio,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.