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 Brazil and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Holger Czukay 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 Rod Modell 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
The Star Department,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lungfish,
Pussy Galore,
Grey Daturas,
Sugar Minott,
John Cale,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Sonics,
Patti Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Trumans Water,
Nik Kershaw,
Rekid,
Gabor Szabo,
World's Most,
Gerry Rafferty,
Glambeats Corp.,
Franke,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-101,
DNA,
Soulsonic Force,
Visage,
L. Decosne,
The Monks,
Pere Ubu,
Iggy Pop,
The Tremeloes,
The Standells,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Sherman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
FM Einheit,
Isaac Hayes,
Donny Hathaway,
Massinfluence,
Danielle Patucci,
Cameo,
Pantytec,
EPMD,
David Bowie,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fatback Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang Starr,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Warsaw,
The Offenders,
Symarip,
Camberwell Now,
Graham Central Station,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
A Certain Ratio,
Scientists,
U.S. Maple,
Blake Baxter,
Whodini,
Marvin Gaye,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.