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 Djibouti and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Underground Resistance,
Rotary Connection,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultra Naté,
Scratch Acid,
Nick Fraelich,
The New Christs,
Excepter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Sherman,
Bad Manners,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Al Stewart,
Unwound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crispian St. Peters,
OOIOO,
Oneida,
The Vogues,
Grauzone,
Kool Moe Dee,
Public Enemy,
LL Cool J,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kas Product,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Amazonics,
Graham Central Station,
Juan Atkins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marmalade,
Soft Machine,
Mars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Quantec,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Unrelated Segments,
Visage,
The Trojans,
Technova,
Buzzcocks,
the Human League,
Rites of Spring,
Suburban Knight,
Nils Olav,
Aloha Tigers,
Oblivians,
The Young Rascals,
The Smiths,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bauhaus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
48th St. Collective,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.