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 Mongolia and from Philadelphia.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the dance 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
Procol Harum,
Mad Mike,
The Sonics,
Dave Gahan,
Cymande,
Piero Umiliani,
Soft Machine,
Leonard Cohen,
Blancmange,
The Litter,
Cecil Taylor,
Soft Cell,
Animal Collective,
Silicon Teens,
Boz Scaggs,
Outsiders,
Bobby Byrd,
Interpol,
The Remains,
Sam Rivers,
Glenn Branca,
Iggy Pop,
Lungfish,
Matthew Bourne,
Peter and Kerry,
Camouflage,
The New Christs,
Babytalk,
Jawbox,
Nirvana,
Unwound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mars,
Young Marble Giants,
Siglo XX,
Bill Wells,
The Cure,
Thompson Twins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bad Manners,
Terrestrial Tones,
Model 500,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Guru Guru,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Leaves,
Nick Fraelich,
Barbara Tucker,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roy Ayers,
Dawn Penn,
Amon Düül,
The Music Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Little Man,
Dennis Brown,
Nik Kershaw,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Toni Rubio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.