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 Mauritius and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Liliput 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
The Happenings,
Black Moon,
Newcleus,
Blossom Toes,
Grandmaster Flash,
A Certain Ratio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Clear Light,
The Birthday Party,
Sixth Finger,
Severed Heads,
Harry Pussy,
Drexciya,
Howard Jones,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Real Kids,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Spoonie Gee,
Rhythm & Sound,
DNA,
Jesper Dahlback,
Unrelated Segments,
The Dead C,
Ronan,
MC5,
Livin' Joy,
Dave Gahan,
Slave,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sun Ra,
Dual Sessions,
The Fugs,
Morten Harket,
Ossler,
Terry Callier,
The Divine Comedy,
The Buckinghams,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lungfish,
Cybotron,
AZ,
The Knickerbockers,
Peter & Gordon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cramps,
Black Sheep,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
L. Decosne,
Eden Ahbez,
Scion,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rekid,
Lindisfarne,
Yazoo,
The Golliwogs,
T. Rex,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.