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 Cyprus and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 808 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 Urselle to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Yellowson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pantaleimon,
Cheater Slicks,
Kayak,
The Count Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dirtbombs,
Althea and Donna,
Icehouse,
Mandrill,
Slave,
Todd Rundgren,
Buzzcocks,
Flipper,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fugs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Todd Terry,
The Pop Group,
The Fall,
Motorama,
Easy Going,
Wire,
Desert Stars,
Whodini,
The Pretty Things,
B.T. Express,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fad Gadget,
The Standells,
Pantytec,
Radiopuhelimet,
JFA,
Gil Scott Heron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Bar-Kays,
Infiniti,
Wasted Youth,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Reed,
The American Breed,
Ten City,
The Tremeloes,
Harpers Bizarre,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Doobie Brothers,
Warren Ellis,
Man Parrish,
Sixth Finger,
The Knickerbockers,
The Smiths,
Sällskapet,
Soft Cell,
The Young Rascals,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Slackers,
Avey Tare,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.