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 Finland and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 Derrick May to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Y Pants,
Absolute Body Control,
the Bar-Kays,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bizarre Inc.,
Visage,
Patti Smith,
Funkadelic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Clear Light,
Marcia Griffiths,
Heaven 17,
The Five Americans,
Spoonie Gee,
The Sonics,
The Happenings,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultravox,
Yazoo,
Adolescents,
Nas,
The Zeros,
Susan Cadogan,
Moebius,
Big Daddy Kane,
Thompson Twins,
Underground Resistance,
Reuben Wilson,
KRS-One,
the Fania All-Stars,
Johnny Clarke,
A Certain Ratio,
Hardrive,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Kinks,
The Names,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultra Naté,
Bob Dylan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Blackbyrds,
Q and Not U,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soft Cell,
Eurythmics,
Faust,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lungfish,
Procol Harum,
Laurel Aitken,
Ice-T,
The Cure,
The Mummies,
Fifty Foot Hose,
E-Dancer,
Inner City,
Fluxion,
Interpol,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.