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 St Lucia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 Simply Red to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Soft Cell,
Jeff Mills,
Electric Prunes,
Byron Stingily,
Roxette,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wasted Youth,
Lakeside,
Jerry's Kids,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fugs,
Shoche,
The Pop Group,
Technova,
the Normal,
The Associates,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cramps,
Lou Christie,
Curtis Mayfield,
U.S. Maple,
Nas,
Monks,
The Stooges,
Aswad,
Faraquet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
China Crisis,
Procol Harum,
Lindisfarne,
Soft Cell,
Blancmange,
cv313,
Albert Ayler,
Peter & Gordon,
Symarip,
Buzzcocks,
Max Romeo,
Funkadelic,
DJ Style,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ice-T,
Suburban Knight,
John Lydon,
Visage,
Todd Terry,
Sound Behaviour,
Thee Headcoats,
Harpers Bizarre,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Letta Mbulu,
Clear Light,
Alison Limerick,
Metal Thangz,
Graham Central Station,
Mo-Dettes,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.