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 Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Marmalade to the grunge 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yellowson,
Minnie Riperton,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Golliwogs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang of Four,
Crime,
Steve Hackett,
The Kinks,
Public Enemy,
Nils Olav,
Kas Product,
Smog,
The Gun Club,
David Bowie,
Boredoms,
Traffic Nightmare,
Young Marble Giants,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bush Tetras,
Monolake,
Saccharine Trust,
The Smiths,
Trumans Water,
Neu!,
James White and The Blacks,
June of 44,
John Coltrane,
Derrick May,
Talk Talk,
Lucky Dragons,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Pretty Things,
Outsiders,
Icehouse,
Mark Hollis,
Hashim,
Country Teasers,
The Modern Lovers,
The Move,
Severed Heads,
Joensuu 1685,
Altered Images,
Brick,
Negative Approach,
Moss Icon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
OOIOO,
The Star Department,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pere Ubu,
Mars,
Average White Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Quadrant,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.