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 Mexico and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Infiniti to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Neil Young,
Wings,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Peter and Kerry,
Surgeon,
Silicon Teens,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Morten Harket,
Charles Mingus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wasted Youth,
The Real Kids,
Minny Pops,
The Index,
The Star Department,
KRS-One,
The Sound,
The Smiths,
Scrapy,
Hardrive,
Warsaw,
Gichy Dan,
Alphaville,
Moss Icon,
John Coltrane,
The Names,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lakeside,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Pretty Things,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
B.T. Express,
Joe Finger,
Trumans Water,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kerrie Biddell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minor Threat,
Television,
the Swans,
Black Sheep,
Youth Brigade,
Heaven 17,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Quantec,
Public Enemy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Hood,
The Human League,
Clear Light,
Supertramp,
Accadde A,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
A Certain Ratio,
Masters at Work,
H. Thieme,
Interpol,
Josef K,
Soft Machine,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.