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 Niger and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marmalade to the funk 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bill Wells,
Sugar Minott,
Sex Pistols,
Adolescents,
David Axelrod,
Darondo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Accadde A,
Bush Tetras,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Soft Cell,
Swell Maps,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Swans,
Blancmange,
Todd Terry,
Morten Harket,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jeff Lynne,
Swans,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Sherman,
Basic Channel,
Traffic Nightmare,
The American Breed,
L. Decosne,
Flash Fearless,
Visage,
Gabor Szabo,
Animal Collective,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Liliput,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Intrusion,
Suicide,
Grandmaster Flash,
PIL,
China Crisis,
John Foxx,
Kaleidoscope,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Slackers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fugs,
The Mummies,
Rod Modell,
The Saints,
ABC,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Quando Quango,
John Lydon,
Carl Craig,
The Smiths,
Lou Christie,
Minnie Riperton,
Jacob Miller,
The Gladiators,
Cluster,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.