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 Ireland and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 Sister Nancy to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Sixth Finger,
Letta Mbulu,
Echospace,
Faraquet,
Intrusion,
Los Fastidios,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dawn Penn,
Tommy Roe,
KRS-One,
Godley & Creme,
The Victims,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Mojo Men,
Harmonia,
This Heat,
The Red Krayola,
The Martian,
Jesper Dahlback,
Terrestrial Tones,
The J.B.'s,
the Germs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Moss Icon,
Dark Day,
Groovy Waters,
Gabor Szabo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang Green,
Blancmange,
Bobby Byrd,
Television,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Sherman,
Icehouse,
L. Decosne,
Black Flag,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
UT,
Smog,
Lower 48,
The Pretty Things,
Lindisfarne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bizarre Inc.,
These Immortal Souls,
Mandrill,
Bang On A Can,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tres Demented,
The Mummies,
The Cure,
Don Cherry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.