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 Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Judy Mowatt to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wire,
Model 500,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sight & Sound,
Wasted Youth,
Idris Muhammad,
Bizarre Inc.,
Boz Scaggs,
The Busters,
Infiniti,
Lyres,
Boredoms,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Monolake,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Second Layer,
Con Funk Shun,
The Offenders,
Suicide,
Nico,
Leonard Cohen,
Silicon Teens,
Mandrill,
Circle Jerks,
Brass Construction,
Organ,
T. Rex,
The Human League,
Nas,
The Dave Clark Five,
DJ Style,
Lalann,
Judy Mowatt,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Delta 5,
Blossom Toes,
Soulsonic Force,
48th St. Collective,
Animal Collective,
Deepchord,
Shoche,
John Foxx,
Sonic Youth,
John Cale,
The Invisible,
Vladislav Delay,
Susan Cadogan,
Royal Trux,
Anthony Braxton,
Quando Quango,
Jimmy McGriff,
MC5,
Niagra,
LL Cool J,
Ten City,
Freddie Wadling,
The United States of America,
Main Source,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.