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 Burundi and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Arab on Radar to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
T. Rex,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scan 7,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tim Buckley,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Byrd,
Pulsallama,
Sister Nancy,
Yaz,
Josef K,
Bauhaus,
Dennis Brown,
The Grass Roots,
Shoche,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Quando Quango,
Roxy Music,
Anakelly,
Bobbi Humphrey,
JFA,
Chris Corsano,
Alice Coltrane,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Monochrome Set,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crime,
Hashim,
Gang of Four,
Zero Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eric Copeland,
The Walker Brothers,
Rotary Connection,
a-ha,
Pere Ubu,
Franke,
Joe Finger,
Scion,
Oneida,
Bronski Beat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Boogie Down Productions,
Blancmange,
Charles Mingus,
John Cale,
Lou Christie,
Dave Gahan,
Terry Callier,
Pylon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Toasters,
New York Dolls,
Eden Ahbez,
Aural Exciters,
Country Teasers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.