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 Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes 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 Johnny Osbourne to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
The Fugs,
The Offenders,
The Human League,
D'Angelo,
Babytalk,
Jacques Brel,
New York Dolls,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Durutti Column,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roxy Music,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Quadrant,
Peter and Kerry,
Half Japanese,
The Fortunes,
Joey Negro,
Deadbeat,
Lalann,
John Coltrane,
June Days,
Hoover,
Iggy Pop,
The Mummies,
Gastr Del Sol,
Althea and Donna,
The Motions,
The Gun Club,
Zapp,
Nirvana,
Black Bananas,
Vainqueur,
The Modern Lovers,
Camberwell Now,
ABBA,
Matthew Halsall,
The Dead C,
Faust,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lightning Bolt,
Whodini,
Scientists,
Y Pants,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bauhaus,
Loose Ends,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alice Coltrane,
Roger Hodgson,
Dual Sessions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soft Cell,
Reagan Youth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
K-Klass,
The Buckinghams,
The Victims,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fall,
Marc Almond,
Harry Pussy,
Parry Music,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.