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 India and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sparks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Associates,
Funkadelic,
Country Teasers,
Bauhaus,
Bill Near,
Yazoo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soulsonic Force,
Lalo Schifrin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Busters,
Todd Rundgren,
Marvin Gaye,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
FM Einheit,
Todd Terry,
Sonic Youth,
Jeff Mills,
Derrick May,
John Holt,
Mo-Dettes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Guru Guru,
Soft Machine,
Robert Görl,
Prince Buster,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sister Nancy,
Bob Dylan,
Cal Tjader,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Five Americans,
Moby Grape,
Groovy Waters,
Dennis Brown,
Ice-T,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Siglo XX,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dawn Penn,
Kerri Chandler,
Animal Collective,
Nirvana,
Amazonics,
CMW,
Deadbeat,
Derrick Morgan,
Cybotron,
Alphaville,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Archie Shepp,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cymande,
Alice Coltrane,
Al Stewart,
Jeff Lynne,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.