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 Montenegro and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Trojans,
Talk Talk,
Los Fastidios,
Arab on Radar,
Absolute Body Control,
Cybotron,
Section 25,
Erasure,
The Gap Band,
Silicon Teens,
Average White Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sandy B,
Basic Channel,
Donald Byrd,
These Immortal Souls,
the Swans,
Ken Boothe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sun City Girls,
Faust,
Kaleidoscope,
Aswad,
John Cale,
the Germs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Flipper,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cymande,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Inner City,
Bobby Byrd,
Delta 5,
Saccharine Trust,
The Standells,
The Mummies,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Freddie Wadling,
EPMD,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mark Hollis,
The Pop Group,
Davy DMX,
Ossler,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Black Dice,
Funky Four + One,
Fat Boys,
Jacques Brel,
The Techniques,
Janne Schatter,
Sarah Menescal,
La Düsseldorf,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Monochrome Set,
Steve Hackett,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.