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 Colombia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar 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 Warren Ellis to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Simply Red,
Lower 48,
Thee Headcoats,
The Move,
Banda Bassotti,
Minutemen,
Blossom Toes,
Sex Pistols,
Kevin Saunderson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Busters,
Dark Day,
Alton Ellis,
Agitation Free,
John Foxx,
Bang On A Can,
The Gories,
New Order,
The Five Americans,
Joyce Sims,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dawn Penn,
Barry Ungar,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mo-Dettes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
X-102,
Pantytec,
the Swans,
Hardrive,
Mark Hollis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fat Boys,
Bad Manners,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
U.S. Maple,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Wake,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cal Tjader,
The Gun Club,
Lou Christie,
K-Klass,
Gerry Rafferty,
L. Decosne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Johnny Clarke,
The Skatalites,
Scrapy,
Joey Negro,
Pussy Galore,
Aural Exciters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Reed,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marcia Griffiths,
June of 44,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.