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 Mauritius and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Surgeon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Little Man,
Gang Starr,
Joe Finger,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Associates,
Bronski Beat,
Circle Jerks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cramps,
Stetsasonic,
Cluster,
Stiv Bators,
New York Dolls,
Crispian St. Peters,
The New Christs,
Derrick Morgan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scientists,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Outsiders,
Minor Threat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Moleskins,
Pantaleimon,
Newcleus,
Banda Bassotti,
JFA,
The Techniques,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Section 25,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Byrd,
The Red Krayola,
Technova,
New Order,
Erykah Badu,
the Association,
Moss Icon,
Severed Heads,
Inner City,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marvin Gaye,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Bar-Kays,
Funky Four + One,
Dark Day,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ice-T,
Mantronix,
Roxy Music,
Laurel Aitken,
Nils Olav,
Faraquet,
Agitation Free,
Tomorrow,
John Lydon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
H. Thieme,
The Shadows of Knight,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Iggy Pop,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.