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 Philippines and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fela Kuti to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fugazi,
Reuben Wilson,
CMW,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Television Personalities,
Aswad,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang Green,
Radio Birdman,
Hasil Adkins,
Organ,
Max Romeo,
Jawbox,
the Association,
Ituana,
Junior Murvin,
Swans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
E-Dancer,
Kaleidoscope,
The Searchers,
Ossler,
Massinfluence,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Pus,
Gichy Dan,
Scrapy,
Grauzone,
Funky Four + One,
the Germs,
Janne Schatter,
Hardrive,
Deadbeat,
The Star Department,
Ponytail,
Flamin' Groovies,
World's Most,
Erykah Badu,
Nico,
One Last Wish,
The Cure,
Desert Stars,
The Cramps,
David Bowie,
Das Ding,
Niagra,
Crime,
Camberwell Now,
Rufus Thomas,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Durutti Column,
Fluxion,
Shuggie Otis,
The Smiths,
Scott Walker,
Loose Ends,
The Victims,
Rapeman,
John Coltrane,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.