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 New Zealand and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Lou Reed 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 Model 500 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
the Slits,
U.S. Maple,
Ornette Coleman,
Arcadia,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Theoretical Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
the Soft Cell,
D'Angelo,
The Gap Band,
Wally Richardson,
Fear,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Goldenarms,
Lou Reed,
Spandau Ballet,
Maurizio,
Silicon Teens,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
E-Dancer,
Warsaw,
MC5,
Steve Hackett,
Minnie Riperton,
New York Dolls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Walker Brothers,
a-ha,
Technova,
Laurel Aitken,
Marc Almond,
Sandy B,
The Litter,
Delta 5,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bush Tetras,
Scion,
Davy DMX,
Connie Case,
Tres Demented,
Tears for Fears,
H. Thieme,
The Move,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ituana,
The Toasters,
Sparks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gladiators,
Deadbeat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Invisible,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
FM Einheit,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.