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 Italy and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 the Soft Cell to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Terrestrial Tones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Junior Murvin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nico,
China Crisis,
Los Fastidios,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marvin Gaye,
Eric B and Rakim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joe Smooth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dual Sessions,
One Last Wish,
June of 44,
Jeff Mills,
Harry Pussy,
Grey Daturas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mr. Review,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kevin Saunderson,
Clear Light,
Suicide,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sonic Youth,
Marmalade,
London Community Gospel Choir,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Stooges,
The Zeros,
Black Bananas,
The Seeds,
Robert Görl,
Supertramp,
Au Pairs,
The Leaves,
Skaos,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Modern Lovers,
DJ Sneak,
Blossom Toes,
Radio Birdman,
Black Flag,
The Last Poets,
The Raincoats,
DNA,
Joensuu 1685,
Skarface,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Dead C,
The Velvet Underground,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Smiths,
Wasted Youth,
Dave Gahan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.