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 Israel and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
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 808 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 The Remains to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Graham Central Station,
The Barracudas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eric Copeland,
Moebius,
Crooked Eye,
The Human League,
Cymande,
Max Romeo,
Danielle Patucci,
Groovy Waters,
The Music Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barbara Tucker,
Terrestrial Tones,
X-101,
Man Parrish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mandrill,
Prince Buster,
Cal Tjader,
The Associates,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jacob Miller,
In Retrospect,
Magazine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Franke,
Matthew Halsall,
Dual Sessions,
L. Decosne,
Ohio Players,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Victims,
Au Pairs,
Talk Talk,
The Electric Prunes,
Urselle,
Stiv Bators,
The Names,
The Fall,
The Saints,
Jeff Mills,
Robert Görl,
Audionom,
The Fugs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pierre Henry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
CMW,
Flipper,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Unrelated Segments,
The Moleskins,
Television Personalities,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.