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 Cyprus and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Livin' Joy to the rock 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Monolake,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rites of Spring,
Surgeon,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Trojans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wolf Eyes,
OOIOO,
Peter & Gordon,
ABBA,
Blossom Toes,
Shoche,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Janne Schatter,
Thee Headcoats,
Livin' Joy,
The Birthday Party,
Supertramp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mandrill,
Black Sheep,
Stetsasonic,
Don Cherry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Visage,
Tropical Tobacco,
Accadde A,
The Music Machine,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Saints,
Andrew Hill,
Soulsonic Force,
Throbbing Gristle,
Essential Logic,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Searchers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Drexciya,
Guru Guru,
Kerri Chandler,
F. McDonald,
Saccharine Trust,
Grauzone,
The Smiths,
Massinfluence,
The Black Dice,
Carl Craig,
Pet Shop Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Zapp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Altered Images,
Letta Mbulu,
Scrapy,
JFA,
Dual Sessions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.