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 Portugal and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Darondo to the crunk 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Aural Exciters,
Skaos,
Althea and Donna,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sonics,
John Foxx,
Jawbox,
Albert Ayler,
The Gun Club,
The United States of America,
Gang of Four,
Faraquet,
T.S.O.L.,
Dark Day,
Neu!,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Whodini,
Ituana,
Hot Snakes,
Tears for Fears,
Idris Muhammad,
Aaron Thompson,
Al Stewart,
Lucky Dragons,
the Sonics,
China Crisis,
Alphaville,
Terry Callier,
Susan Cadogan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Smog,
Tim Buckley,
Ice-T,
Hasil Adkins,
Depeche Mode,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wings,
Fear,
Lalann,
Pantaleimon,
Television,
John Holt,
The Black Dice,
Nico,
David McCallum,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Peter & Gordon,
Chris & Cosey,
Moebius,
The Doors,
Can,
The Real Kids,
Roger Hodgson,
Vladislav Delay,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Bananas,
Au Pairs,
Soulsonic Force,
The Sound,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.