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 Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
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 Holger Czukay 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 Cure to the disco 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Depeche Mode,
Alton Ellis,
Sun Ra,
Blancmange,
Jeff Mills,
Sex Pistols,
Schoolly D,
The Techniques,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric B and Rakim,
David Axelrod,
Ludus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dead Boys,
Grey Daturas,
A Certain Ratio,
The Dave Clark Five,
Suicide,
New Order,
EPMD,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fugazi,
Bobby Sherman,
Supertramp,
Slick Rick,
Patti Smith,
X-101,
Echospace,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mantronix,
The Blues Magoos,
Nation of Ulysses,
Urselle,
The Evens,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fatback Band,
Erykah Badu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Heaven 17,
Spoonie Gee,
D'Angelo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Easy Going,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Maleditus Sound,
Zapp,
Slave,
Ten City,
The Modern Lovers,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Moleskins,
Todd Rundgren,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Faust,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Youth Brigade,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.