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 Mauritius and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Organ to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Subhumans,
The Blackbyrds,
The Monks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dead Boys,
The Misunderstood,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cramps,
The Star Department,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Barracudas,
The Red Krayola,
The Human League,
Tres Demented,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Au Pairs,
Agent Orange,
Babytalk,
Fatback Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Happenings,
Faraquet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Dirtbombs,
The United States of America,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Shoche,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Negative Approach,
Skriet,
John Holt,
Pere Ubu,
James White and The Blacks,
The Moody Blues,
The Fuzztones,
The Zeros,
The Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Byrd,
The Neon Judgement,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare,
B.T. Express,
Von Mondo,
Wings,
Q65,
Lou Reed,
Colin Newman,
the Germs,
The Residents,
Kayak,
The Smiths,
Outsiders,
Brothers Johnson,
The Modern Lovers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.