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 Mauritius and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
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 chamberlin 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 Camouflage to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Cybotron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Monks,
Porter Ricks,
Joe Finger,
Tropical Tobacco,
One Last Wish,
John Cale,
Nik Kershaw,
Tubeway Army,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Popol Vuh,
Maurizio,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sound Behaviour,
Audionom,
The Residents,
the Human League,
Joe Smooth,
Dennis Brown,
Brothers Johnson,
Hasil Adkins,
X-102,
Icehouse,
Average White Band,
MDC,
The Birthday Party,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Grass Roots,
Inner City,
Fat Boys,
Motorama,
Bobby Byrd,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fad Gadget,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cure,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bronski Beat,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Swell Maps,
Nico,
Yusef Lateef,
Isaac Hayes,
Jacob Miller,
The Misunderstood,
Dawn Penn,
Aural Exciters,
Groovy Waters,
Faraquet,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Half Japanese,
Lou Reed,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alton Ellis,
Jacques Brel,
Mo-Dettes,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.