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 Zambia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 PIL to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
CMW,
The Mummies,
Camberwell Now,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scratch Acid,
Donald Byrd,
Pharoah Sanders,
Max Romeo,
The Durutti Column,
Franke,
The Walker Brothers,
Model 500,
Television,
Janne Schatter,
Tommy Roe,
Bauhaus,
The Residents,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Smoke,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Stooges,
Mad Mike,
Scott Walker,
Lungfish,
The Trojans,
Popol Vuh,
Sly & The Family Stone,
FM Einheit,
Byron Stingily,
Derrick May,
Grandmaster Flash,
X-Ray Spex,
The Modern Lovers,
B.T. Express,
The Doobie Brothers,
Thee Headcoats,
Eddi Front,
The Pop Group,
Pussy Galore,
Moss Icon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roger Hodgson,
MC5,
Niagra,
Fad Gadget,
The Buckinghams,
A Certain Ratio,
Section 25,
Swell Maps,
The Smiths,
the Normal,
Erasure,
Faust,
The Tremeloes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Prince Buster,
Dark Day,
Duran Duran,
The Happenings,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The New Christs,
Bobby Womack,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.