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 Turkmenistan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Faust to the funk 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Outsiders,
Monks,
Livin' Joy,
Scratch Acid,
David McCallum,
Suicide,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mr. Review,
The Birthday Party,
Pet Shop Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Moleskins,
The Cramps,
Jacques Brel,
Joy Division,
the Germs,
June of 44,
Warsaw,
Shuggie Otis,
The United States of America,
Adolescents,
The Invisible,
Lalo Schifrin,
Porter Ricks,
Wally Richardson,
Section 25,
Kenny Larkin,
These Immortal Souls,
Clear Light,
Eli Mardock,
James White and The Blacks,
Bill Near,
Bronski Beat,
Ralphi Rosario,
Unrelated Segments,
Connie Case,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fall,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Urselle,
Jimmy McGriff,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deepchord,
The Monks,
Sam Rivers,
Josef K,
Ten City,
Scientists,
Goldenarms,
The Durutti Column,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bad Manners,
Toni Rubio,
Ituana,
Carl Craig,
Crime,
Agitation Free,
Juan Atkins,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.