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 Macedonia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar 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 Moss Icon to the rock 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Unrelated Segments,
Sällskapet,
Mandrill,
the Human League,
Joyce Sims,
Erasure,
Jacques Brel,
the Normal,
La Düsseldorf,
The Divine Comedy,
Howard Jones,
JFA,
Reuben Wilson,
cv313,
Babytalk,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Golliwogs,
Black Moon,
The Kinks,
Glenn Branca,
The Red Krayola,
Amon Düül II,
Erykah Badu,
Black Sheep,
Section 25,
Japan,
The American Breed,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Wake,
The Fortunes,
Electric Prunes,
The Moleskins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
David Bowie,
The Standells,
ABC,
Dual Sessions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minutemen,
Grauzone,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minny Pops,
The Moody Blues,
Banda Bassotti,
Yellowson,
H. Thieme,
Suicide,
Rod Modell,
Ossler,
New York Dolls,
Popol Vuh,
L. Decosne,
Dave Gahan,
Charles Mingus,
Godley & Creme,
MDC,
Second Layer,
Prince Buster,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.