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 Vietnam and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bizarre Inc. to the grime 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Television,
Ten City,
Lalann,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Underground Resistance,
the Association,
Silicon Teens,
The Smiths,
Gastr Del Sol,
Peter and Kerry,
Rod Modell,
Sixth Finger,
the Normal,
The Moody Blues,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kaleidoscope,
Sugar Minott,
The Real Kids,
Trumans Water,
The Zeros,
Kas Product,
The Martian,
Deadbeat,
Quando Quango,
Soulsonic Force,
Blake Baxter,
Sun Ra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Electric Prunes,
Lower 48,
Mandrill,
Tim Buckley,
Dave Gahan,
Surgeon,
Alison Limerick,
Spoonie Gee,
Johnny Osbourne,
DNA,
Pylon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hasil Adkins,
John Coltrane,
Sister Nancy,
The Litter,
Pantytec,
Rufus Thomas,
Niagra,
Idris Muhammad,
Maleditus Sound,
Minor Threat,
The Monochrome Set,
The Searchers,
Organ,
Faust,
Dawn Penn,
Tomorrow,
Stereo Dub,
John Cale,
Neil Young,
The Blues Magoos,
Sound Behaviour,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.