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 Singapore and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Divine Comedy to the techno 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Pierre Henry,
Pulsallama,
Camberwell Now,
The Saints,
The Neon Judgement,
Hoover,
the Association,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bluetip,
Henry Cow,
Clear Light,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Con Funk Shun,
Agitation Free,
Kerri Chandler,
The Velvet Underground,
The Last Poets,
The J.B.'s,
Fluxion,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dual Sessions,
Simply Red,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sun Ra,
Quadrant,
James White and The Blacks,
The Names,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Youth Brigade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joensuu 1685,
John Foxx,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Massinfluence,
Ituana,
Arthur Verocai,
Kas Product,
Kenny Larkin,
Ossler,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Sonics,
Stiv Bators,
the Slits,
Sight & Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
Metal Thangz,
Pylon,
Icehouse,
The Cowsills,
Lalann,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Amon Düül II,
Liliput,
Gerry Rafferty,
Derrick Morgan,
The Slits,
Drexciya,
Cluster,
Joyce Sims,
Jesper Dahlback,
Accadde A,
Circle Jerks,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.