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 Cameroon and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ten City,
Animal Collective,
Rotary Connection,
Lalann,
The Electric Prunes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kerri Chandler,
Rufus Thomas,
ABC,
The Black Dice,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Section 25,
Lebanon Hanover,
Shoche,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ponytail,
Dave Gahan,
Con Funk Shun,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scan 7,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Johnny Clarke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Average White Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Lyres,
Maurizio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Normal,
The American Breed,
Marshall Jefferson,
Livin' Joy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Sheep,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tom Boy,
The Music Machine,
Franke,
Judy Mowatt,
The Vogues,
Susan Cadogan,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fuzztones,
Siglo XX,
Scrapy,
Swans,
Faraquet,
Ludus,
Qualms,
EPMD,
Subhumans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Warren Ellis,
the Bar-Kays,
Mary Jane Girls,
Liliput,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.