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 Guatemala and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
KRS-One,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lungfish,
Theoretical Girls,
Nico,
E-Dancer,
Pulsallama,
The Trojans,
Pussy Galore,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Peter & Gordon,
the Bar-Kays,
The Star Department,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
10cc,
The Sound,
Wally Richardson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minnie Riperton,
Cybotron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camouflage,
Wolf Eyes,
Drexciya,
Make Up,
Symarip,
The J.B.'s,
Crime,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cowsills,
Urselle,
Alphaville,
Japan,
The Electric Prunes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jesper Dahlback,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Das Ding,
Heaven 17,
Quantec,
The Fall,
Mission of Burma,
OOIOO,
Hot Snakes,
Godley & Creme,
The Dirtbombs,
Chris Corsano,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Morten Harket,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aswad,
John Lydon,
Sex Pistols,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alison Limerick,
David Axelrod,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.