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 Tuvalu and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the disco 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
The Mojo Men,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bronski Beat,
Terry Callier,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dawn Penn,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nik Kershaw,
Curtis Mayfield,
Symarip,
Sex Pistols,
Trumans Water,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Stooges,
The Leaves,
Lucky Dragons,
Khruangbin,
Steve Hackett,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fugazi,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Motions,
James White and The Blacks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Saints,
The Monochrome Set,
Eurythmics,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Womack,
Harry Pussy,
The Blues Magoos,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang of Four,
Hasil Adkins,
Marmalade,
Bobby Byrd,
Animal Collective,
The Modern Lovers,
Sällskapet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
cv313,
Sarah Menescal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
One Last Wish,
Lakeside,
Marine Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Guru Guru,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Black Dice,
Cybotron,
David Bowie,
John Lydon,
Tubeway Army,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cowsills,
Minnie Riperton,
Althea and Donna,
John Holt,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.