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 Bulgaria and from New York.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the techno 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Pussy Galore,
Pole,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Sonics,
Public Enemy,
Soul II Soul,
Lalann,
Scan 7,
a-ha,
Von Mondo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Metal Thangz,
Tears for Fears,
The Index,
Television Personalities,
Sonic Youth,
Godley & Creme,
Black Pus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Warsaw,
T. Rex,
Newcleus,
Alphaville,
Marshall Jefferson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Suicide,
Bronski Beat,
Joe Finger,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kenny Larkin,
New Age Steppers,
Procol Harum,
Technova,
Mars,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kurtis Blow,
One Last Wish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Byrd,
Funky Four + One,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Wake,
Bad Manners,
Echospace,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Don Cherry,
Nirvana,
Juan Atkins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Holt,
Heaven 17,
Crooked Eye,
Iggy Pop,
The Remains,
Surgeon,
Scrapy,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.