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 United States and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Ultimate Spinach to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Depeche Mode,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gladiators,
Hot Snakes,
Roxy Music,
The Black Dice,
ABC,
Black Pus,
Camberwell Now,
The Fortunes,
Intrusion,
Grey Daturas,
Fluxion,
Jeru the Damaja,
Absolute Body Control,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Young Rascals,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marvin Gaye,
Davy DMX,
Crooked Eye,
Talk Talk,
The Dead C,
Bobby Byrd,
Heaven 17,
Mad Mike,
John Foxx,
Young Marble Giants,
Kayak,
Accadde A,
PIL,
Freddie Wadling,
Kerri Chandler,
Todd Terry,
The Pop Group,
E-Dancer,
The Associates,
Audionom,
Organ,
Ronan,
Quadrant,
Malaria!,
Youth Brigade,
DNA,
The Wake,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minnie Riperton,
Blancmange,
Ronnie Foster,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Quando Quango,
Lou Christie,
Leonard Cohen,
Toni Rubio,
Pere Ubu,
Essential Logic,
Mission of Burma,
Wasted Youth,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Reed,
Tears for Fears,
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.