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 Brazil and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Severed Heads to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '50s 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 the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Agitation Free,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rites of Spring,
The Knickerbockers,
Sister Nancy,
Outsiders,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soft Machine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
EPMD,
The Smoke,
The Count Five,
The Sound,
John Lydon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Q and Not U,
The Cure,
Slave,
The Techniques,
Bush Tetras,
Leonard Cohen,
The Index,
The Vogues,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Red Krayola,
Ultimate Spinach,
Funky Four + One,
Robert Wyatt,
Au Pairs,
Alton Ellis,
The United States of America,
Visage,
Urselle,
Reagan Youth,
Wasted Youth,
Blake Baxter,
Quadrant,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
UT,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jerry's Kids,
Swans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gichy Dan,
Talk Talk,
Kurtis Blow,
Dave Gahan,
Carl Craig,
Ponytail,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Busters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nirvana,
Saccharine Trust,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.