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 Cuba and from Stockholm.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bobby Sherman 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Black Sheep,
Mary Jane Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
Excepter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bush Tetras,
The Victims,
Stiv Bators,
DNA,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
ABC,
Fad Gadget,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Archie Shepp,
Smog,
The Invisible,
Circle Jerks,
Mantronix,
Davy DMX,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Judy Mowatt,
Guru Guru,
Alison Limerick,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Neon Judgement,
Brass Construction,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camberwell Now,
Zero Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
Goldenarms,
Lightning Bolt,
Swell Maps,
Terrestrial Tones,
Talk Talk,
Second Layer,
Robert Wyatt,
Sixth Finger,
David Axelrod,
Average White Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aaron Thompson,
Japan,
The Searchers,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Count Five,
ABBA,
Robert Görl,
Reuben Wilson,
Laurel Aitken,
The Alarm Clocks,
Patti Smith,
UT,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sound Behaviour,
The Human League,
Buzzcocks,
The Cramps,
The Barracudas,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.