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 Colombia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Quadrant to the rap 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Ronan,
Theoretical Girls,
Smog,
Parry Music,
Sugar Minott,
The Residents,
The Red Krayola,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Agent Orange,
Pussy Galore,
Robert Hood,
Rufus Thomas,
Radiohead,
Swans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dorothy Ashby,
Procol Harum,
The Electric Prunes,
Kurtis Blow,
Todd Rundgren,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kenny Larkin,
Faust,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Funkadelic,
EPMD,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Danielle Patucci,
Public Enemy,
Organ,
The Saints,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Newcleus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Accadde A,
Television,
cv313,
The Associates,
Dave Gahan,
Nirvana,
Michelle Simonal,
The Beau Brummels,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Searchers,
the Slits,
Scott Walker,
Jacques Brel,
Eve St. Jones,
The Martian,
Shoche,
Scion,
Junior Murvin,
Circle Jerks,
Brand Nubian,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pagans,
Agitation Free,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Angels of Light,
Sandy B,
Lou Christie,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.