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 Estonia and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
The Litter,
The Blackbyrds,
Lalann,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Q65,
The Victims,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
X-Ray Spex,
Nick Fraelich,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deepchord,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hardrive,
Sixth Finger,
Metal Thangz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scan 7,
The Angels of Light,
Funky Four + One,
Marvin Gaye,
Henry Cow,
Rakim,
Kerri Chandler,
The Grass Roots,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brothers Johnson,
Colin Newman,
The Electric Prunes,
Infiniti,
Aswad,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Half Japanese,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fire Engines,
Pantaleimon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Faraquet,
Depeche Mode,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aaron Thompson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sandy B,
B.T. Express,
Man Parrish,
Tomorrow,
Eurythmics,
Index,
Iggy Pop,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Evens,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultravox,
Fugazi,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.