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 Belarus and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Babytalk 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kaleidoscope,
Suicide,
Schoolly D,
Alphaville,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Birthday Party,
Sun City Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Count Five,
Steve Hackett,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Motorama,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Monks,
Oblivians,
The Happenings,
Ohio Players,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Smoke,
New York Dolls,
Eddi Front,
Fela Kuti,
Fad Gadget,
Bill Wells,
Joy Division,
Public Enemy,
Mark Hollis,
Wire,
Absolute Body Control,
L. Decosne,
Au Pairs,
The Moleskins,
Main Source,
Tommy Roe,
The Smiths,
Basic Channel,
The Gap Band,
The Dead C,
The Index,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camouflage,
Audionom,
X-102,
The Wake,
Pharoah Sanders,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Whodini,
The Pretty Things,
Scan 7,
Organ,
H. Thieme,
Jacob Miller,
Soul II Soul,
The Associates,
Infiniti,
Laurel Aitken,
Harpers Bizarre,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.