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 Zimbabwe and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Chrome to the techno 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang Starr,
Urselle,
the Normal,
Livin' Joy,
the Human League,
the Bar-Kays,
Crispy Ambulance,
Chrome,
Kerri Chandler,
Heaven 17,
Brass Construction,
Aswad,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wolf Eyes,
Drexciya,
Qualms,
Lalann,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joe Finger,
Funky Four + One,
Desert Stars,
Dave Gahan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Visage,
Khruangbin,
Erykah Badu,
The Move,
The Skatalites,
Roxette,
The Tremeloes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Bananas,
The Moody Blues,
The Count Five,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Faraquet,
Minutemen,
Model 500,
Bobby Sherman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Monochrome Set,
Thompson Twins,
Warren Ellis,
The Misunderstood,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yellowson,
B.T. Express,
Slave,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jawbox,
Tres Demented,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.