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 Montenegro and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 Visage to the grunge 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joey Negro,
Excepter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eddi Front,
China Crisis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
L. Decosne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Danielle Patucci,
The Seeds,
Jacob Miller,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Quantec,
Outsiders,
Carl Craig,
Roger Hodgson,
Brass Construction,
Sister Nancy,
Josef K,
The Fuzztones,
Jeff Mills,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Heaven 17,
Ossler,
Dave Gahan,
Mo-Dettes,
Organ,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Surgeon,
Ornette Coleman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cure,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Birthday Party,
Fad Gadget,
The Shadows of Knight,
Talk Talk,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kurtis Blow,
Anthony Braxton,
Girls At Our Best!,
B.T. Express,
Archie Shepp,
John Coltrane,
the Slits,
Schoolly D,
Flipper,
Vainqueur,
Nick Fraelich,
The Trojans,
Lou Christie,
K-Klass,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joy Division,
The Martian,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.