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 Germany and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Idris Muhammad to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Offenders,
Graham Central Station,
Rekid,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Slits,
Boredoms,
the Germs,
The Vogues,
Supertramp,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Barracudas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Circle Jerks,
Johnny Clarke,
Quantec,
Faust,
Suburban Knight,
Stereo Dub,
Sister Nancy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Modern Lovers,
Clear Light,
Susan Cadogan,
Sparks,
48th St. Collective,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fugs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sugar Minott,
Franke,
Barrington Levy,
Colin Newman,
The Motions,
Matthew Bourne,
Eric Copeland,
kango's stein massive,
Kerri Chandler,
The Remains,
The Human League,
Angry Samoans,
John Holt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Electric Prunes,
Black Bananas,
MDC,
John Coltrane,
Arcadia,
Skriet,
Accadde A,
Hot Snakes,
Nas,
Parry Music,
Moss Icon,
Eddi Front,
Absolute Body Control,
Peter & Gordon,
Rites of Spring,
The Slits,
The Knickerbockers,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.