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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Michael McDonald 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 Grey Daturas to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Bobby Sherman,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Christie,
The Black Dice,
The Wake,
The Pretty Things,
Altered Images,
Crispian St. Peters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Magma,
The Seeds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scientists,
The Durutti Column,
the Swans,
DJ Sneak,
Nas,
K-Klass,
Television,
Q65,
Country Teasers,
Pussy Galore,
The Last Poets,
John Foxx,
Reuben Wilson,
Qualms,
The Birthday Party,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dave Clark Five,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Skriet,
the Germs,
Circle Jerks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang Starr,
The Electric Prunes,
Surgeon,
Harry Pussy,
Jawbox,
Ohio Players,
June of 44,
Soft Cell,
Danielle Patucci,
U.S. Maple,
Intrusion,
Sunsets and Hearts,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Anthony Braxton,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Interpol,
Siglo XX,
The New Christs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Smog,
Desert Stars,
The Invisible,
Graham Central Station,
Flipper,
Amon Düül II,
Yellowson,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.