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 Turkmenistan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 The Flesh Eaters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters 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 grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass 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?
Chrome,
Livin' Joy,
T. Rex,
Mr. Review,
Bad Manners,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Motions,
Mark Hollis,
Sun City Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rotary Connection,
The Pretty Things,
Barbara Tucker,
Hoover,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Duran Duran,
Jawbox,
Parry Music,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Little Man,
Anthony Braxton,
Alice Coltrane,
Maleditus Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ponytail,
ABC,
DJ Style,
Pantaleimon,
Rakim,
The Smoke,
Black Pus,
The Offenders,
The Red Krayola,
the Soft Cell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tubeway Army,
Accadde A,
The Victims,
Charles Mingus,
Fluxion,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gap Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Glambeats Corp.,
Interpol,
KRS-One,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
MDC,
Bobby Hutcherson,
OOIOO,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
48th St. Collective,
cv313,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.