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 Congo and from Cairo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Oblivians to the electroclash 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Martian,
Juan Atkins,
Parry Music,
Tears for Fears,
The Cure,
Neu!,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Monolake,
Mo-Dettes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Shadows of Knight,
EPMD,
Ronan,
Funkadelic,
The Monochrome Set,
The New Christs,
Cameo,
Nico,
X-102,
The Remains,
Faust,
Visage,
Livin' Joy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Susan Cadogan,
Siglo XX,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Negative Approach,
The Toasters,
The Fire Engines,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Porter Ricks,
Sex Pistols,
Fat Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wire,
The Tremeloes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hasil Adkins,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Moody Blues,
Robert Hood,
Japan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Shoche,
Harpers Bizarre,
Reuben Wilson,
Lalann,
Amon Düül II,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tres Demented,
Ornette Coleman,
Youth Brigade,
Scratch Acid,
Boz Scaggs,
The Litter,
Erykah Badu,
DJ Sneak,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.