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 Peru and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 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 Gil Scott Heron to the funk 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lyres,
the Human League,
The Beau Brummels,
Flash Fearless,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gap Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Model 500,
Television,
The Sonics,
Ice-T,
Outsiders,
Flamin' Groovies,
Section 25,
Stiv Bators,
cv313,
Tom Boy,
Trumans Water,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deadbeat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Reuben Wilson,
Rufus Thomas,
Bauhaus,
Nico,
Scion,
The Seeds,
Skarface,
New York Dolls,
Sun City Girls,
Youth Brigade,
The Golliwogs,
Roxette,
Sight & Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Whodini,
Bizarre Inc.,
Groovy Waters,
Sixth Finger,
Janne Schatter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yusef Lateef,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ludus,
The Wake,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter and Kerry,
Max Romeo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Altered Images,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Circle Jerks,
Derrick Morgan,
Gabor Szabo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lebanon Hanover,
Parry Music,
The Searchers,
Marvin Gaye,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.