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 Malawi and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 David Bowie to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Kaleidoscope,
Scan 7,
Girls At Our Best!,
Connie Case,
Vladislav Delay,
DJ Sneak,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Clear Light,
The Zeros,
Hashim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marine Girls,
Mandrill,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Pretty Things,
The Black Dice,
Eli Mardock,
Nas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Star Department,
David Bowie,
Graham Central Station,
The Barracudas,
T. Rex,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
H. Thieme,
A Certain Ratio,
Maurizio,
Tears for Fears,
The Victims,
Ohio Players,
Marvin Gaye,
The Tremeloes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nik Kershaw,
Model 500,
Grey Daturas,
Ludus,
Zapp,
The Kinks,
Davy DMX,
The Gladiators,
Funky Four + One,
Mad Mike,
Kenny Larkin,
The Walker Brothers,
The Smiths,
Kerri Chandler,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cure,
Joy Division,
Scratch Acid,
Soft Machine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang of Four,
Pagans,
Rekid,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.