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 Nicaragua and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Spandau Ballet to the funk 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Kerri Chandler,
The Sound,
Ludus,
Ossler,
Reagan Youth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Buckinghams,
Jerry's Kids,
the Bar-Kays,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aloha Tigers,
Lindisfarne,
The Pretty Things,
Kurtis Blow,
Wally Richardson,
Amon Düül,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-101,
Alice Coltrane,
Crooked Eye,
Liliput,
Bad Manners,
Alphaville,
Jeru the Damaja,
Zero Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
Quantec,
H. Thieme,
U.S. Maple,
Index,
Barry Ungar,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Association,
James White and The Blacks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pet Shop Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
Erasure,
Pussy Galore,
Cybotron,
48th St. Collective,
Tubeway Army,
Interpol,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Section 25,
Y Pants,
Funky Four + One,
The Dead C,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Warsaw,
Lyres,
Procol Harum,
Au Pairs,
Wolf Eyes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fuzztones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Litter,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.