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 Latvia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Symarip to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Scientists,
Dave Gahan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Red Krayola,
The Remains,
The Barracudas,
the Soft Cell,
Young Marble Giants,
Tears for Fears,
Sister Nancy,
The Stooges,
Flash Fearless,
Niagra,
Deakin,
Lalann,
Banda Bassotti,
Cal Tjader,
Dead Boys,
Supertramp,
Hoover,
The Divine Comedy,
The Names,
June of 44,
The Electric Prunes,
LL Cool J,
Tres Demented,
Camouflage,
The Fire Engines,
John Foxx,
Dennis Brown,
Clear Light,
Scratch Acid,
Gang Green,
Howard Jones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roxy Music,
The Modern Lovers,
Pole,
The Knickerbockers,
Pussy Galore,
Masters at Work,
Sun Ra,
Eddi Front,
Ituana,
Nico,
Moss Icon,
Aswad,
The Angels of Light,
Jacob Miller,
Warren Ellis,
Surgeon,
Quadrant,
The Happenings,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marine Girls,
The Leaves,
Ten City,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.