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 Cuba and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Country Teasers,
The Cure,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soft Cell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neu!,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fortunes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Heaven 17,
Gregory Isaacs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Animal Collective,
Wally Richardson,
Colin Newman,
Alphaville,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Carl Craig,
Albert Ayler,
Cameo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Blackbyrds,
Stockholm Monsters,
Agent Orange,
Warsaw,
cv313,
Amon Düül II,
Infiniti,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aural Exciters,
Scrapy,
Joey Negro,
The Sound,
Tom Boy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nas,
Toni Rubio,
MC5,
Intrusion,
Agitation Free,
Kevin Saunderson,
Glenn Branca,
Das Ding,
Rod Modell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Skriet,
Bush Tetras,
Marine Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fela Kuti,
E-Dancer,
Gerry Rafferty,
10cc,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.