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 Guyana and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 the Soft Cell to the disco 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oneida,
The Real Kids,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Sheep,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dead C,
Depeche Mode,
Radio Birdman,
Matthew Halsall,
Funkadelic,
Schoolly D,
DNA,
Nirvana,
Lebanon Hanover,
Terry Callier,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Josef K,
Echospace,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sly & The Family Stone,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Maurizio,
Girls At Our Best!,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Foxx,
Lightning Bolt,
EPMD,
Moss Icon,
Lungfish,
Little Man,
Brass Construction,
Glenn Branca,
Camberwell Now,
Saccharine Trust,
Funky Four + One,
Wasted Youth,
Oblivians,
Roxette,
Marvin Gaye,
a-ha,
Mark Hollis,
Rakim,
Electric Prunes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eli Mardock,
Anakelly,
Bizarre Inc.,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Womack,
Lucky Dragons,
Bang On A Can,
The Kinks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scientists,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.