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 Zimbabwe and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Moebius to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Accadde A,
Susan Cadogan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scratch Acid,
The Moody Blues,
Tubeway Army,
The Smiths,
Ponytail,
The J.B.'s,
The Golliwogs,
Index,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Judy Mowatt,
Icehouse,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Khruangbin,
The Count Five,
Minor Threat,
Eddi Front,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Junior Murvin,
Chrome,
Joy Division,
The Human League,
The Monks,
Matthew Bourne,
The Selecter,
The Beau Brummels,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mantronix,
Funky Four + One,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Smoke,
Q65,
The Monochrome Set,
June of 44,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Sonics,
Essential Logic,
China Crisis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Hood,
Mission of Burma,
Connie Case,
Harmonia,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Mojo Men,
Procol Harum,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Litter,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Association,
Fluxion,
Second Layer,
Black Pus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Absolute Body Control,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eli Mardock,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.