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 Jordan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pantytec to the crunk 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Masters at Work,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
James White and The Blacks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Silicon Teens,
The Walker Brothers,
Pantytec,
Soul II Soul,
Scrapy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yellowson,
The Move,
The Five Americans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Liliput,
Michelle Simonal,
Ronan,
Bill Near,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rod Modell,
Magma,
Bobby Byrd,
Reuben Wilson,
the Slits,
the Bar-Kays,
Pole,
Alphaville,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dark Day,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scion,
Soft Cell,
Theoretical Girls,
Kayak,
Delta 5,
Grauzone,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crash Course in Science,
Lungfish,
Quadrant,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Television Personalities,
Delon & Dalcan,
Absolute Body Control,
Metal Thangz,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Sonics,
Simply Red,
Rotary Connection,
The Fall,
Procol Harum,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ponytail,
Nik Kershaw,
Cymande,
Sister Nancy,
KRS-One,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Young Rascals,
Ken Boothe,
MC5,
Slave,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.