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 Tonga and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes 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 Cybotron to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Durutti Column,
Tommy Roe,
Von Mondo,
The Slackers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Talk Talk,
Dennis Brown,
Gang Green,
Pylon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Bar-Kays,
The Young Rascals,
Davy DMX,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alton Ellis,
Depeche Mode,
Unwound,
Siglo XX,
Shuggie Otis,
Panda Bear,
Negative Approach,
Suburban Knight,
The Gap Band,
Sun City Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Litter,
Sam Rivers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kerri Chandler,
Fat Boys,
The Grass Roots,
B.T. Express,
Steve Hackett,
Tim Buckley,
Nirvana,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Chris & Cosey,
Maleditus Sound,
Deakin,
Ossler,
Wings,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cal Tjader,
Barbara Tucker,
Accadde A,
Bill Near,
MDC,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Five Americans,
Grey Daturas,
Fatback Band,
Pantaleimon,
Circle Jerks,
Newcleus,
Eurythmics,
Roy Ayers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cluster,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.