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 Latvia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Michael McDonald 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 Glambeats Corp. 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Unwound,
Joyce Sims,
the Association,
Eden Ahbez,
Chris Corsano,
MC5,
Thompson Twins,
Sound Behaviour,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Throbbing Gristle,
Moss Icon,
Minutemen,
Sandy B,
Subhumans,
The Saints,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lakeside,
Lyres,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eddi Front,
Ice-T,
Ten City,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scratch Acid,
Alphaville,
New Order,
Pagans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barbara Tucker,
David Axelrod,
Rhythm & Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
Duran Duran,
Loose Ends,
Cameo,
Mark Hollis,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Germs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
R.M.O.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Index,
Negative Approach,
China Crisis,
Scan 7,
The Sound,
Quantec,
The Tremeloes,
Angry Samoans,
Fad Gadget,
Los Fastidios,
Whodini,
Agent Orange,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Vladislav Delay,
One Last Wish,
Gichy Dan,
John Foxx,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Unrelated Segments,
Janne Schatter,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.