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 Cuba and from Glasgow.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Tremeloes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '80s 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 Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
June of 44,
The Star Department,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Flag,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grauzone,
Soul II Soul,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Patti Smith,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tim Buckley,
Half Japanese,
Bronski Beat,
Electric Prunes,
Intrusion,
CMW,
Loose Ends,
Darondo,
Yazoo,
Guru Guru,
Jacques Brel,
The Misunderstood,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neil Young,
Roger Hodgson,
Minnie Riperton,
Harry Pussy,
Scientists,
Faust,
The Grass Roots,
Das Ding,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Names,
Marmalade,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Donald Byrd,
Man Parrish,
Urselle,
Moss Icon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marshall Jefferson,
Monks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Faraquet,
Spandau Ballet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lungfish,
Tres Demented,
The Gladiators,
Brick,
Amon Düül II,
Godley & Creme,
Todd Terry,
Lindisfarne,
The Young Rascals,
The Remains,
Toni Rubio,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.