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 Korea South and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Kerrie Biddell to the rap 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Dave Gahan,
Sällskapet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cal Tjader,
Bauhaus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Surgeon,
B.T. Express,
Pussy Galore,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pet Shop Boys,
MDC,
Mary Jane Girls,
Albert Ayler,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Monks,
Simply Red,
Wire,
cv313,
the Bar-Kays,
Erasure,
Radiohead,
Flash Fearless,
Ossler,
Skriet,
The Star Department,
Roxy Music,
The Fuzztones,
The Fall,
The Grass Roots,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Pop Group,
China Crisis,
The Trojans,
John Lydon,
Con Funk Shun,
Sugar Minott,
Wally Richardson,
Lebanon Hanover,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joensuu 1685,
June Days,
Faraquet,
Deadbeat,
Barry Ungar,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David McCallum,
Skaos,
Scan 7,
The New Christs,
D'Angelo,
Minor Threat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Trumans Water,
Gong,
Roxette,
Dark Day,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kool Moe Dee,
James White and The Blacks,
The Evens,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.