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 China and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Urselle to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Fad Gadget,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mark Hollis,
Sällskapet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Urselle,
Organ,
The Barracudas,
Marmalade,
Nils Olav,
Crooked Eye,
The Sonics,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joe Finger,
Moss Icon,
Liliput,
Silicon Teens,
the Association,
Icehouse,
Stereo Dub,
Oblivians,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Desert Stars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Monks,
Japan,
Warren Ellis,
Hashim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Offenders,
The Associates,
The Real Kids,
Eli Mardock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kevin Saunderson,
Can,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soul Sonic Force,
Subhumans,
The Last Poets,
The Golliwogs,
Kenny Larkin,
Scion,
The Divine Comedy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Trumans Water,
Cluster,
Bobby Womack,
Amon Düül II,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lucky Dragons,
New York Dolls,
The Dead C,
Schoolly D,
The Slits,
Lungfish,
James White and The Blacks,
Sugar Minott,
Dave Gahan,
Sight & Sound,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.