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 Namibia and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 Quadrant to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Pussy Galore,
Sun City Girls,
Yaz,
The Fire Engines,
Morten Harket,
X-Ray Spex,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Siglo XX,
The Golliwogs,
UT,
The Monks,
Surgeon,
The Offenders,
The Modern Lovers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scientists,
Suicide,
Ludus,
Fela Kuti,
Kaleidoscope,
Pylon,
Crooked Eye,
The Fortunes,
Harmonia,
The Gories,
Hot Snakes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stetsasonic,
Altered Images,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Charles Mingus,
Deepchord,
The Gun Club,
Carl Craig,
K-Klass,
Roger Hodgson,
Roxy Music,
Cabaret Voltaire,
EPMD,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
David McCallum,
Franke,
Radio Birdman,
Schoolly D,
H. Thieme,
Interpol,
The Evens,
Chris Corsano,
Fluxion,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cramps,
Ronnie Foster,
New York Dolls,
F. McDonald,
Easy Going,
Bobby Womack,
the Swans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Leonard Cohen,
Joyce Sims,
Outsiders,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.