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 Papua New Guinea and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Blake Baxter to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Kayak,
Boredoms,
H. Thieme,
Dark Day,
Magma,
Silicon Teens,
Deepchord,
Warsaw,
Cameo,
Lou Reed,
The Black Dice,
10cc,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Amon Düül,
T.S.O.L.,
Warren Ellis,
Malaria!,
Bush Tetras,
Slave,
Masters at Work,
48th St. Collective,
The Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
New York Dolls,
Josef K,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Vogues,
The Modern Lovers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gories,
Roger Hodgson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Television,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brick,
Faust,
Hot Snakes,
The Dead C,
MC5,
Hoover,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Electric Prunes,
Peter & Gordon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Todd Terry,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Christie,
The Fugs,
Interpol,
Underground Resistance,
David Axelrod,
Youth Brigade,
London Community Gospel Choir,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tommy Roe,
Skarface,
Technova,
Barbara Tucker,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.