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 Finland and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb 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 Surgeon to the dance 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Mighty Diamonds,
ABC,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Misunderstood,
Organ,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Red Krayola,
The Cowsills,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Simply Red,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Max Romeo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alton Ellis,
The Neon Judgement,
Groovy Waters,
Pole,
Cybotron,
Qualms,
U.S. Maple,
Tubeway Army,
The Barracudas,
Aswad,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bill Near,
Mad Mike,
Sight & Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed,
Delta 5,
Television,
Ituana,
Fugazi,
Hardrive,
Rosa Yemen,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mantronix,
Joensuu 1685,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pantaleimon,
The Martian,
Duran Duran,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Radiohead,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Isaac Hayes,
Gong,
CMW,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Big Daddy Kane,
Quando Quango,
Flipper,
Chris Corsano,
Surgeon,
Marmalade,
Ponytail,
Henry Cow,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.