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 Latvia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Heaven 17 to the rock 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane 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?
Tubeway Army,
Tomorrow,
Sarah Menescal,
Stereo Dub,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bill Near,
Idris Muhammad,
Dark Day,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott Heron,
Prince Buster,
Oblivians,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Faust,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nico,
Soft Cell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Todd Terry,
MC5,
The United States of America,
Tres Demented,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ohio Players,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
ABBA,
Ronan,
Intrusion,
Supertramp,
Dennis Brown,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roxette,
T. Rex,
Soul II Soul,
Mr. Review,
Yazoo,
Icehouse,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Flipper,
Public Enemy,
the Germs,
Spandau Ballet,
Yaz,
Agitation Free,
Infiniti,
Charles Mingus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Last Poets,
Simply Red,
Sight & Sound,
Wings,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
UT,
The Black Dice,
June Days,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.