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 Oman and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the electroclash 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
The Tremeloes,
The Young Rascals,
Symarip,
KRS-One,
The Music Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roger Hodgson,
Faust,
Bad Manners,
Vainqueur,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Shadows of Knight,
Delta 5,
Pantytec,
James White and The Blacks,
MDC,
Marmalade,
The Slackers,
Japan,
Mo-Dettes,
K-Klass,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ronan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Zapp,
Bronski Beat,
Camberwell Now,
Theoretical Girls,
Sandy B,
Thompson Twins,
Essential Logic,
Malaria!,
DJ Sneak,
Ituana,
Deepchord,
Dead Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
Warren Ellis,
Rapeman,
The United States of America,
Moebius,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Monolake,
PIL,
Michelle Simonal,
Agitation Free,
Oblivians,
This Heat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Iggy Pop,
Johnny Clarke,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Germs,
The Last Poets,
Juan Atkins,
Saccharine Trust,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Zeros,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.