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 Laos and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar 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 The Fortunes to the disco 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
The Index,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Litter,
Moby Grape,
Swell Maps,
Marc Almond,
Soulsonic Force,
Oneida,
June Days,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Das Ding,
Sugar Minott,
Parry Music,
Scion,
La Düsseldorf,
Joey Negro,
Michelle Simonal,
The Black Dice,
Nik Kershaw,
Josef K,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Public Enemy,
Howard Jones,
CMW,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jeff Mills,
The Standells,
Rod Modell,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fugs,
Anakelly,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dark Day,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barclay James Harvest,
Magma,
Youth Brigade,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mr. Review,
ABBA,
X-101,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mantronix,
Crash Course in Science,
Lebanon Hanover,
Neil Young,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Motorama,
Unwound,
Niagra,
Second Layer,
The Cramps,
Bobby Byrd,
X-Ray Spex,
Eric B and Rakim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Althea and Donna,
Terry Callier,
The Blackbyrds,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.