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 Sudan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 Gang Gang Dance 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
John Coltrane,
Traffic Nightmare,
Visage,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Foxx,
Minny Pops,
Country Teasers,
The Red Krayola,
Soft Machine,
Bill Wells,
Blancmange,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Shuggie Otis,
Lakeside,
Sixth Finger,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Symarip,
Suburban Knight,
The Standells,
Scion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amon Düül II,
Kaleidoscope,
The Raincoats,
Flash Fearless,
The Blackbyrds,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Moleskins,
Bob Dylan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mantronix,
H. Thieme,
Black Sheep,
Mission of Burma,
Grauzone,
Ronnie Foster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Searchers,
Boredoms,
Underground Resistance,
Sarah Menescal,
Colin Newman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Animal Collective,
Electric Prunes,
The Fuzztones,
Ornette Coleman,
Mad Mike,
Tears for Fears,
Cluster,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kayak,
Pole,
Pierre Henry,
Section 25,
Suicide,
Tom Boy,
The Sound,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.