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 Swaziland and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Dave Gahan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Angry Samoans,
Susan Cadogan,
Dual Sessions,
the Human League,
Kenny Larkin,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cramps,
Colin Newman,
Moebius,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fugazi,
Marine Girls,
Darondo,
Zero Boys,
Scan 7,
Technova,
The Doobie Brothers,
Freddie Wadling,
This Heat,
Buzzcocks,
Terry Callier,
The Buckinghams,
Radiohead,
Amazonics,
Anthony Braxton,
Idris Muhammad,
the Swans,
Slick Rick,
Black Bananas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sun Ra,
Oblivians,
The American Breed,
Swell Maps,
Bad Manners,
David Axelrod,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Urselle,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cecil Taylor,
Quantec,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Toni Rubio,
Tropical Tobacco,
X-101,
Little Man,
The Young Rascals,
The J.B.'s,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yaz,
Quando Quango,
Alison Limerick,
Severed Heads,
the Germs,
ABBA,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gap Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Essential Logic,
the Soft Cell,
Fluxion,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.