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 the UAE and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 Crime to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Byrd,
Traffic Nightmare,
The J.B.'s,
Stiv Bators,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kenny Larkin,
Skaos,
Robert Görl,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Offenders,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Five Americans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Idris Muhammad,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mo-Dettes,
Crime,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hoover,
Tom Boy,
Peter & Gordon,
Rufus Thomas,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gun Club,
Mars,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brand Nubian,
Sixth Finger,
New Age Steppers,
The Mojo Men,
Amon Düül,
Chrome,
Pussy Galore,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minutemen,
Duran Duran,
Bronski Beat,
Matthew Halsall,
Deadbeat,
Tears for Fears,
Flipper,
Prince Buster,
The Cure,
the Fania All-Stars,
Absolute Body Control,
Althea and Donna,
David Axelrod,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Reed,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Simply Red,
The Music Machine,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sun City Girls,
The Count Five,
Todd Rundgren,
Davy DMX,
Q65,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.