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 Panama and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 Infiniti to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
X-102,
Nik Kershaw,
Kerri Chandler,
CMW,
Sunsets and Hearts,
LL Cool J,
Joe Smooth,
Lower 48,
Japan,
Stetsasonic,
Swell Maps,
Dave Gahan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Danielle Patucci,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jeff Mills,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ludus,
The Human League,
Connie Case,
Stereo Dub,
Desert Stars,
The Cowsills,
The Index,
Reuben Wilson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Dirtbombs,
Kurtis Blow,
PIL,
Minutemen,
DJ Style,
the Swans,
Spandau Ballet,
Scratch Acid,
Duran Duran,
Prince Buster,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Panda Bear,
the Soft Cell,
The Smoke,
The Seeds,
The Shadows of Knight,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brand Nubian,
The Star Department,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Bananas,
John Holt,
Section 25,
John Lydon,
the Normal,
Kaleidoscope,
Harry Pussy,
F. McDonald,
Sonny Sharrock,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dual Sessions,
The Gap Band,
Carl Craig,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.