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 Estonia and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 David Axelrod 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Kerri Chandler,
cv313,
Roxette,
The Moody Blues,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The New Christs,
Underground Resistance,
The Leaves,
Black Flag,
Isaac Hayes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tomorrow,
John Lydon,
K-Klass,
H. Thieme,
the Association,
Motorama,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grey Daturas,
Dennis Brown,
The Star Department,
Maurizio,
ABC,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marshall Jefferson,
Silicon Teens,
Quantec,
Inner City,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Real Kids,
The Selecter,
The Walker Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Visage,
UT,
Connie Case,
The Index,
Ronan,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Byrd,
Echospace,
Minutemen,
Mo-Dettes,
Soul II Soul,
ABBA,
Gerry Rafferty,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Don Cherry,
D'Angelo,
Spoonie Gee,
Carl Craig,
Fluxion,
Ludus,
Ronnie Foster,
Junior Murvin,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.