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 Greece and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Basic Channel to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
The Modern Lovers,
Amon Düül,
48th St. Collective,
Eurythmics,
Kerrie Biddell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Juan Atkins,
Sound Behaviour,
Television,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Graham Central Station,
Deepchord,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Lydon,
Swell Maps,
OOIOO,
Deadbeat,
The Associates,
Q and Not U,
Kevin Saunderson,
Harry Pussy,
the Sonics,
Chris Corsano,
Newcleus,
Terry Callier,
Siglo XX,
The Evens,
Cameo,
The Zeros,
Michelle Simonal,
T. Rex,
Joe Smooth,
Ronnie Foster,
Subhumans,
Liliput,
ABBA,
Joyce Sims,
The Stooges,
DJ Style,
Oneida,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eden Ahbez,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hoover,
The Cramps,
Television Personalities,
The Cure,
Skarface,
the Germs,
Flash Fearless,
Theoretical Girls,
Parry Music,
Bootsy Collins,
John Cale,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter & Gordon,
Bush Tetras,
Rod Modell,
Fluxion,
Tomorrow,
Bill Wells,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.