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 Sweden and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Danielle Patucci,
B.T. Express,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Al Stewart,
Aloha Tigers,
Piero Umiliani,
Hasil Adkins,
Rakim,
David Axelrod,
The Angels of Light,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pole,
Flash Fearless,
Scan 7,
cv313,
Dave Gahan,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Slits,
Second Layer,
Mission of Burma,
Neu!,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Searchers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Unwound,
Shuggie Otis,
The Smiths,
Theoretical Girls,
Barrington Levy,
Los Fastidios,
Joey Negro,
David McCallum,
Lightning Bolt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soulsonic Force,
John Holt,
Nils Olav,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sound Behaviour,
Livin' Joy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Boredoms,
Easy Going,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
E-Dancer,
Aswad,
Silicon Teens,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marc Almond,
Howard Jones,
the Swans,
MC5,
Swell Maps,
Todd Rundgren,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.