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 Ivory Coast and from Delhi.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba 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 the Soft Cell 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Cheater Slicks,
Amon Düül,
L. Decosne,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brick,
Model 500,
Marmalade,
Black Flag,
Brand Nubian,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yaz,
The Move,
Magazine,
Procol Harum,
Roxette,
Arcadia,
Intrusion,
Grauzone,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Zeros,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Young Rascals,
The Motions,
U.S. Maple,
Piero Umiliani,
Interpol,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pantytec,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Gabor Szabo,
Roger Hodgson,
Funky Four + One,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bill Wells,
Tres Demented,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Unrelated Segments,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Matthew Halsall,
Inner City,
Make Up,
Sandy B,
The Fugs,
Johnny Clarke,
Tears for Fears,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yazoo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Bar-Kays,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultra Naté,
The Pop Group,
Toni Rubio,
David Bowie,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.