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 Syria and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jeff Mills to the crunk 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
the Normal,
Jacob Miller,
Banda Bassotti,
Erasure,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Loose Ends,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
New Order,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Derrick Morgan,
One Last Wish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Agent Orange,
Clear Light,
The Sonics,
John Holt,
Moebius,
Sex Pistols,
Radiopuhelimet,
Second Layer,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Monolake,
Susan Cadogan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alphaville,
Black Bananas,
Funkadelic,
Mad Mike,
Bang On A Can,
Tommy Roe,
the Soft Cell,
Nils Olav,
Joensuu 1685,
Thee Headcoats,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Vainqueur,
Bill Wells,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scott Walker,
Dead Boys,
the Germs,
Flipper,
The Martian,
Jacques Brel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Au Pairs,
Dual Sessions,
Dawn Penn,
Bush Tetras,
LL Cool J,
The Litter,
Jandek,
Kerrie Biddell,
Johnny Clarke,
Liliput,
Desert Stars,
Nirvana,
Goldenarms,
Black Sheep,
B.T. Express,
Soul II Soul,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fire Engines,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.