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 Nicaragua and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 China Crisis 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Basic Channel,
the Sonics,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pagans,
ABBA,
Marc Almond,
Desert Stars,
John Foxx,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
H. Thieme,
Robert Görl,
kango's stein massive,
Joy Division,
June of 44,
The Buckinghams,
a-ha,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
MC5,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Idris Muhammad,
The Searchers,
Pierre Henry,
Michelle Simonal,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Matthew Bourne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dead C,
Bobby Byrd,
Aloha Tigers,
Niagra,
Marmalade,
Jeff Mills,
FM Einheit,
Carl Craig,
David Bowie,
Agitation Free,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jacques Brel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Henry Cow,
Rosa Yemen,
Byron Stingily,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Cale,
Man Parrish,
Scion,
Sonic Youth,
Black Moon,
Altered Images,
Camberwell Now,
Pantytec,
Ludus,
John Coltrane,
KRS-One,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Don Cherry,
Matthew Halsall,
X-102,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Arab on Radar,
Saccharine Trust,
Faust,
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.