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 Bhutan and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Soft Cell to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Radiohead,
Nico,
Kayak,
The Sound,
Niagra,
Moss Icon,
Man Parrish,
D'Angelo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang Green,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultra Naté,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Reed,
Ponytail,
The Wake,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fad Gadget,
Youth Brigade,
Peter and Kerry,
David Bowie,
Dead Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
Zapp,
Faust,
The Moody Blues,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pussy Galore,
Franke,
Arab on Radar,
Mo-Dettes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tubeway Army,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Remains,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
F. McDonald,
The Busters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Intrusion,
Anakelly,
Scion,
Loose Ends,
Severed Heads,
Dave Gahan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Faraquet,
Sandy B,
Harpers Bizarre,
Television,
The Music Machine,
Archie Shepp,
Joe Finger,
Hasil Adkins,
Scratch Acid,
Fluxion,
Mary Jane Girls,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.