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 Chad and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro 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 CMW to the funk 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Loose Ends,
Con Funk Shun,
Buzzcocks,
The Vogues,
Qualms,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Reed,
The Move,
Yaz,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Blake Baxter,
Faust,
Nils Olav,
Negative Approach,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cure,
The Walker Brothers,
Suburban Knight,
Kevin Saunderson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Todd Rundgren,
The Leaves,
Girls At Our Best!,
Agent Orange,
Lou Christie,
Niagra,
Erykah Badu,
Easy Going,
The Raincoats,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Goldenarms,
Jerry's Kids,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lyres,
Mantronix,
David Axelrod,
Hashim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mr. Review,
The Toasters,
Fad Gadget,
Moss Icon,
Bill Near,
Rotary Connection,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Slick Rick,
Black Flag,
The Index,
Sonic Youth,
Minor Threat,
Sparks,
Tears for Fears,
Eric Dolphy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crash Course in Science,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Oblivians,
Gang of Four,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.