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 Benin and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Slave to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Fluxion,
Dave Gahan,
Derrick May,
Steve Hackett,
The Move,
Can,
The New Christs,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Soft Cell,
One Last Wish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pere Ubu,
The Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Zeros,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fuzztones,
Tom Boy,
Scientists,
Piero Umiliani,
MC5,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Five Americans,
Flash Fearless,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Los Fastidios,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bill Wells,
Sarah Menescal,
Todd Terry,
June Days,
Subhumans,
Young Marble Giants,
the Germs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brick,
Ronan,
Panda Bear,
Michelle Simonal,
Easy Going,
Pussy Galore,
Aaron Thompson,
Brass Construction,
Morten Harket,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Johnny Osbourne,
Harmonia,
The Mummies,
The Velvet Underground,
cv313,
The Happenings,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Supertramp,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.