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 Brunei and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ten City to the punk 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
The Young Rascals,
Aswad,
The Residents,
The Grass Roots,
Amon Düül II,
Moss Icon,
John Cale,
Drexciya,
The Divine Comedy,
Buzzcocks,
The Remains,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Suburban Knight,
Rhythm & Sound,
Adolescents,
The Vogues,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ludus,
Thompson Twins,
Scan 7,
Susan Cadogan,
Underground Resistance,
The Saints,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Althea and Donna,
Niagra,
Dave Gahan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
PIL,
Spoonie Gee,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cluster,
Deepchord,
Cybotron,
Maleditus Sound,
Nils Olav,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gladiators,
Jandek,
Popol Vuh,
Essential Logic,
the Slits,
Terry Callier,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Angry Samoans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sister Nancy,
Swell Maps,
Eric B and Rakim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mandrill,
Hardrive,
The New Christs,
Royal Trux,
Goldenarms,
The Pop Group,
Kas Product,
Big Daddy Kane,
Freddie Wadling,
Dark Day,
David Axelrod,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.