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 Kuwait and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 Eli Mardock 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Icehouse,
Infiniti,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
These Immortal Souls,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gladiators,
The Young Rascals,
Andrew Hill,
Boz Scaggs,
The Pop Group,
The Remains,
Urselle,
Dorothy Ashby,
DNA,
The Names,
June Days,
Shuggie Otis,
Scrapy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barbara Tucker,
Motorama,
Nico,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Foxx,
Blake Baxter,
Unwound,
ABC,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ronan,
The Saints,
Parry Music,
Sound Behaviour,
The Index,
New Order,
Circle Jerks,
Avey Tare,
Hardrive,
Index,
Roger Hodgson,
Tears for Fears,
Altered Images,
Essential Logic,
Bootsy Collins,
Camberwell Now,
Moebius,
Rotary Connection,
Soulsonic Force,
Leonard Cohen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scion,
Funkadelic,
Country Teasers,
Monolake,
Man Parrish,
The Grass Roots,
Goldenarms,
Spandau Ballet,
B.T. Express,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.