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 Sweden and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Underground Resistance to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Smoke,
Avey Tare,
CMW,
Inner City,
Donny Hathaway,
Pylon,
Guru Guru,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cure,
Lungfish,
Moebius,
John Coltrane,
The Offenders,
Bill Wells,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Associates,
Newcleus,
Television,
Jacob Miller,
Severed Heads,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deakin,
the Bar-Kays,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barrington Levy,
Das Ding,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marmalade,
Gang Starr,
Yaz,
Main Source,
Goldenarms,
KRS-One,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Basic Channel,
Robert Hood,
Rekid,
Pulsallama,
The Victims,
Sarah Menescal,
Magma,
Joyce Sims,
The Sound,
The Selecter,
Bobby Sherman,
Sun City Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
The Walker Brothers,
Connie Case,
Drexciya,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Judy Mowatt,
The Divine Comedy,
Byron Stingily,
Make Up,
the Normal,
Deadbeat,
The Gap Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.