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 Jordan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the disco 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Frankie Knuckles,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Trumans Water,
Joyce Sims,
Zapp,
Pagans,
Hot Snakes,
the Bar-Kays,
Wolf Eyes,
Robert Görl,
Bush Tetras,
Ten City,
Brick,
Slick Rick,
Minnie Riperton,
Max Romeo,
Average White Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
X-Ray Spex,
Kenny Larkin,
Au Pairs,
The Beau Brummels,
Joe Smooth,
Subhumans,
Ossler,
Avey Tare,
Andrew Hill,
Marvin Gaye,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Moon,
The Barracudas,
Gang Starr,
Das Ding,
Accadde A,
Scratch Acid,
Basic Channel,
Scott Walker,
Altered Images,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Standells,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kayak,
New Age Steppers,
Con Funk Shun,
Flash Fearless,
The Sonics,
the Germs,
Robert Wyatt,
Thompson Twins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pole,
Freddie Wadling,
Marc Almond,
One Last Wish,
the Association,
Yaz,
Faust,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.