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 Brazil and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Tres Demented to the dance 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 Count Five,
Cheater Slicks,
The United States of America,
Swans,
Marmalade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Bananas,
Pierre Henry,
David Axelrod,
PIL,
Idris Muhammad,
Soul II Soul,
the Soft Cell,
Sparks,
Dark Day,
Ultravox,
Section 25,
Camouflage,
The J.B.'s,
Unwound,
Radio Birdman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Lydon,
Carl Craig,
Erasure,
The Monochrome Set,
Ornette Coleman,
Crash Course in Science,
Surgeon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
David McCallum,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Vainqueur,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cluster,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minny Pops,
Soulsonic Force,
Shuggie Otis,
MDC,
Neu!,
The Human League,
The Doors,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Boredoms,
Kas Product,
Bill Wells,
Main Source,
Gong,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soft Cell,
Metal Thangz,
ABBA,
The Invisible,
Jesper Dahlback,
Judy Mowatt,
Underground Resistance,
Flash Fearless,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blossom Toes,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.