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 Djibouti and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 Make Up to the disco 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Delta 5,
Gerry Rafferty,
Severed Heads,
Pere Ubu,
The Golliwogs,
Funkadelic,
Fear,
Fela Kuti,
Hashim,
Inner City,
Skaos,
Andrew Hill,
MC5,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Tremeloes,
Gil Scott Heron,
David Bowie,
Eli Mardock,
Yazoo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
a-ha,
Johnny Clarke,
Pantaleimon,
Shuggie Otis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gabor Szabo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang Green,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gichy Dan,
Max Romeo,
Aswad,
Jerry's Kids,
Pagans,
Sister Nancy,
The Remains,
Rufus Thomas,
Brass Construction,
Soul II Soul,
The Motions,
Nirvana,
Nik Kershaw,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oblivians,
Idris Muhammad,
Joyce Sims,
Monks,
The Gories,
Michelle Simonal,
The Mummies,
Shoche,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fire Engines,
Marine Girls,
Minor Threat,
Dave Gahan,
Carl Craig,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.