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 Papua New Guinea and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Lou Reed 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 Soft Cell to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
The Beau Brummels,
The New Christs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Monolake,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Human League,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jacob Miller,
Model 500,
Tim Buckley,
T. Rex,
Junior Murvin,
Lalo Schifrin,
Todd Rundgren,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Names,
Max Romeo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kerri Chandler,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
LL Cool J,
The Moody Blues,
The Pretty Things,
Throbbing Gristle,
Swell Maps,
The Busters,
The Seeds,
The Grass Roots,
Barrington Levy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Standells,
Bob Dylan,
Grey Daturas,
Todd Terry,
CMW,
The Monks,
The Move,
Derrick Morgan,
Agent Orange,
Roxette,
New York Dolls,
Underground Resistance,
L. Decosne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Charles Mingus,
Flash Fearless,
Tommy Roe,
Dawn Penn,
Newcleus,
Tears for Fears,
Con Funk Shun,
Monks,
Robert Görl,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ponytail,
Minnie Riperton,
the Slits,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.