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 United States and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Tubeway Army to the grunge 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vladislav Delay,
The Divine Comedy,
Marc Almond,
The Grass Roots,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Unwound,
This Heat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Man Parrish,
Johnny Clarke,
The Young Rascals,
Mad Mike,
Lee Hazlewood,
Spandau Ballet,
Young Marble Giants,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Maleditus Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sam Rivers,
Agitation Free,
Public Enemy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eric Copeland,
John Foxx,
Blancmange,
Terry Callier,
Symarip,
Juan Atkins,
The Barracudas,
Inner City,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Neil Young,
The Names,
Model 500,
the Soft Cell,
Peter & Gordon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dennis Brown,
Althea and Donna,
Ohio Players,
Television Personalities,
Barrington Levy,
Scott Walker,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Flag,
Porter Ricks,
The United States of America,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Germs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
U.S. Maple,
The Wake,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minutemen,
Kas Product,
Subhumans,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.