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 Ethiopia and from Shanghai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 The Stooges to the disco 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun 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 jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Severed Heads,
Delta 5,
Matthew Bourne,
Johnny Clarke,
the Soft Cell,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DNA,
Marshall Jefferson,
Harry Pussy,
Parry Music,
Banda Bassotti,
Bush Tetras,
PIL,
The Doors,
K-Klass,
Moby Grape,
Buzzcocks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Agitation Free,
Smog,
The Slackers,
David Axelrod,
The Happenings,
Jawbox,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dave Gahan,
The Grass Roots,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scrapy,
X-Ray Spex,
Johnny Osbourne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Duran Duran,
Kevin Saunderson,
Royal Trux,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
EPMD,
Rhythm & Sound,
Von Mondo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Livin' Joy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Talk Talk,
T. Rex,
A Certain Ratio,
the Swans,
Mark Hollis,
B.T. Express,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Durutti Column,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Youth Brigade,
Skarface,
Bluetip,
The Count Five,
Quadrant,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang Green,
Pere Ubu,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.