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 Uganda and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare 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 Soft Cell to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Infiniti,
The Durutti Column,
The Moleskins,
Max Romeo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fela Kuti,
Joe Finger,
Babytalk,
Tim Buckley,
Kerri Chandler,
Tears for Fears,
Andrew Hill,
New Order,
Letta Mbulu,
Au Pairs,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Depeche Mode,
Slave,
David Bowie,
Intrusion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Y Pants,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Qualms,
Pagans,
Monolake,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Freddie Wadling,
Eve St. Jones,
Silicon Teens,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Associates,
R.M.O.,
Alphaville,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lakeside,
The Invisible,
Section 25,
The Happenings,
Masters at Work,
Ornette Coleman,
Dead Boys,
Mission of Burma,
the Bar-Kays,
John Lydon,
Sandy B,
Minny Pops,
Country Teasers,
Black Flag,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tom Boy,
Mark Hollis,
Glenn Branca,
Black Moon,
Banda Bassotti,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The New Christs,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.