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 Rwanda and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
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 harpsichord 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 Roxette to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Five Americans,
Bad Manners,
Dave Gahan,
Underground Resistance,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Whodini,
Amon Düül II,
L. Decosne,
Flash Fearless,
The Litter,
Ohio Players,
Joe Finger,
Sugar Minott,
Gang of Four,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fela Kuti,
Altered Images,
Alison Limerick,
Dark Day,
Mad Mike,
Motorama,
Electric Prunes,
Minutemen,
Vainqueur,
Eurythmics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skaos,
Saccharine Trust,
MC5,
Shoche,
Mr. Review,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soft Machine,
Pole,
KRS-One,
Bang On A Can,
Chris & Cosey,
Gabor Szabo,
Infiniti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Association,
the Fania All-Stars,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pharoah Sanders,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camberwell Now,
Scan 7,
Susan Cadogan,
Chris Corsano,
Bob Dylan,
The Gories,
X-Ray Spex,
The Young Rascals,
The Doors,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cameo,
The Divine Comedy,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.