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 Benin and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Amon Düül II 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Frankie Knuckles,
Vainqueur,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thee Headcoats,
Thompson Twins,
Maurizio,
The Victims,
The Blackbyrds,
Von Mondo,
Camberwell Now,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Slits,
X-Ray Spex,
Dave Gahan,
Absolute Body Control,
Davy DMX,
Wolf Eyes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eurythmics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sandy B,
Black Flag,
Bang On A Can,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The United States of America,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Golliwogs,
Todd Terry,
Ultra Naté,
Gregory Isaacs,
Television,
June Days,
Alphaville,
Hot Snakes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fugazi,
China Crisis,
David Bowie,
Malaria!,
The Gun Club,
Cybotron,
Barry Ungar,
OOIOO,
Laurel Aitken,
Unrelated Segments,
The Toasters,
Lyres,
The Raincoats,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Siglo XX,
The Young Rascals,
Swell Maps,
Pantytec,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultravox,
JFA,
Supertramp,
Bluetip,
UT,
Barrington Levy,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.