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 Lesotho and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Neu! to the jazz 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
The Slackers,
Yellowson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marc Almond,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crime,
Arthur Verocai,
Donald Byrd,
The Electric Prunes,
Prince Buster,
Kas Product,
Blancmange,
the Slits,
Drexciya,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Panda Bear,
Accadde A,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Womack,
The Saints,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deepchord,
Throbbing Gristle,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bob Dylan,
Pole,
AZ,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cybotron,
Amon Düül II,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roy Ayers,
Juan Atkins,
The Kinks,
China Crisis,
The United States of America,
Los Fastidios,
Joensuu 1685,
Infiniti,
The Victims,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nas,
The Leaves,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Subhumans,
E-Dancer,
Television,
Nation of Ulysses,
Todd Terry,
Eric Dolphy,
World's Most,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alphaville,
Bizarre Inc.,
Spandau Ballet,
Stetsasonic,
The Five Americans,
FM Einheit,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rites of Spring,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.