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 Nepal and from Portland.
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 Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 The Pretty Things to the crunk 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Dave Gahan,
MC5,
Clear Light,
Malaria!,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Silicon Teens,
The Moody Blues,
Underground Resistance,
Altered Images,
Severed Heads,
Arab on Radar,
Kas Product,
Khruangbin,
Essential Logic,
Sun Ra,
John Lydon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
FM Einheit,
Carl Craig,
The Raincoats,
The Toasters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Skarface,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marvin Gaye,
Boredoms,
Bush Tetras,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stereo Dub,
Rites of Spring,
Guru Guru,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Blancmange,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Delta 5,
Patti Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
Quantec,
10cc,
Soft Machine,
Roxette,
ABBA,
Aloha Tigers,
Tomorrow,
Stockholm Monsters,
Avey Tare,
Darondo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ornette Coleman,
The Blues Magoos,
Bootsy Collins,
Nirvana,
Boz Scaggs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scratch Acid,
Minnie Riperton,
KRS-One,
The Dirtbombs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.