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 Sudan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 Anakelly to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Fad Gadget,
Dark Day,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rapeman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Johnny Osbourne,
Angry Samoans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Spoonie Gee,
Lindisfarne,
Chris & Cosey,
Oblivians,
Arthur Verocai,
Jawbox,
Gerry Rafferty,
Agitation Free,
Royal Trux,
The Blackbyrds,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nico,
Anakelly,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Sherman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bill Wells,
Accadde A,
Adolescents,
Bobby Womack,
Symarip,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crash Course in Science,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dave Gahan,
Reuben Wilson,
Ice-T,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scratch Acid,
Panda Bear,
Dennis Brown,
Colin Newman,
Lalann,
Crispy Ambulance,
La Düsseldorf,
Junior Murvin,
The Cramps,
These Immortal Souls,
Vainqueur,
Technova,
Donald Byrd,
T. Rex,
LL Cool J,
Outsiders,
The Smoke,
Parry Music,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soft Cell,
Banda Bassotti,
Surgeon,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.