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 Kazakhstan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Connie Case,
Main Source,
T.S.O.L.,
The Moody Blues,
World's Most,
The Flesh Eaters,
Man Parrish,
Eric Copeland,
Todd Rundgren,
the Normal,
Amon Düül II,
Aswad,
Slick Rick,
the Slits,
the Human League,
Joy Division,
MDC,
Dual Sessions,
Don Cherry,
Pantaleimon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bronski Beat,
Crooked Eye,
Cluster,
Audionom,
Lungfish,
The Velvet Underground,
The Five Americans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bill Wells,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fire Engines,
Lucky Dragons,
Fluxion,
Radiohead,
Piero Umiliani,
Terry Callier,
Faust,
Charles Mingus,
Rod Modell,
Joe Finger,
Yazoo,
The Searchers,
Magma,
Ituana,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pantytec,
the Sonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David Axelrod,
Technova,
La Düsseldorf,
Mad Mike,
Make Up,
Robert Hood,
Marc Almond,
Y Pants,
Max Romeo,
Dennis Brown,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.