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 Canada and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Joe Finger to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
James White and The Blacks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Zeros,
Ultra Naté,
Zapp,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
U.S. Maple,
the Normal,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terry Callier,
Bronski Beat,
Chrome,
Brothers Johnson,
Neu!,
The Monochrome Set,
Matthew Halsall,
The Names,
Drive Like Jehu,
Swans,
Marvin Gaye,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Bar-Kays,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Mojo Men,
Davy DMX,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Bananas,
Brand Nubian,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Invisible,
Henry Cow,
The Five Americans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Steve Hackett,
The Offenders,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Half Japanese,
Intrusion,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Seeds,
Ice-T,
E-Dancer,
Fluxion,
Nas,
The Durutti Column,
The Moody Blues,
Agitation Free,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
CMW,
Barbara Tucker,
Los Fastidios,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yazoo,
Wolf Eyes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bill Near,
Simply Red,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.