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 Liechtenstein and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 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 The Misunderstood to the disco 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator 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 snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eric Copeland,
Marcia Griffiths,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Moody Blues,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Maleditus Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Saccharine Trust,
Fluxion,
Cybotron,
Lou Christie,
X-102,
New York Dolls,
Laurel Aitken,
The Last Poets,
The Golliwogs,
Sister Nancy,
Popol Vuh,
Newcleus,
Scratch Acid,
Roy Ayers,
Monolake,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Vladislav Delay,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yusef Lateef,
Tomorrow,
Rod Modell,
Ornette Coleman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Adolescents,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Niagra,
Quando Quango,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scrapy,
Nils Olav,
New Order,
Bootsy Collins,
Tim Buckley,
Robert Hood,
FM Einheit,
Isaac Hayes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Junior Murvin,
Wings,
Panda Bear,
the Human League,
Quantec,
Icehouse,
Stiv Bators,
The Divine Comedy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Intrusion,
Ossler,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.