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 France and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marmalade to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Tubeway Army,
Basic Channel,
Scrapy,
Bobby Byrd,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Wake,
Animal Collective,
David Axelrod,
Lyres,
Spandau Ballet,
Oneida,
Fat Boys,
Simply Red,
Sexual Harrassment,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Godley & Creme,
Rites of Spring,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Divine Comedy,
Boredoms,
Chrome,
Eve St. Jones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ice-T,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tomorrow,
Can,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stiv Bators,
The Five Americans,
Lucky Dragons,
The Monochrome Set,
Surgeon,
Freddie Wadling,
The Residents,
Donald Byrd,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jesper Dahlback,
Theoretical Girls,
The Martian,
Electric Prunes,
Index,
Sex Pistols,
The Cosmic Jokers,
David McCallum,
Josef K,
Main Source,
Newcleus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Derrick May,
Soul II Soul,
The Litter,
Heaven 17,
Judy Mowatt,
Brass Construction,
Guru Guru,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.