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 Uganda and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cheater Slicks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Silicon Teens,
The Fall,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Modern Lovers,
Ossler,
Khruangbin,
Nik Kershaw,
Circle Jerks,
Barbara Tucker,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sällskapet,
Metal Thangz,
Cheater Slicks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Infiniti,
The Gories,
Maleditus Sound,
Surgeon,
Peter and Kerry,
Qualms,
Gang Starr,
Arab on Radar,
Altered Images,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blossom Toes,
the Slits,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dave Gahan,
Gang of Four,
Con Funk Shun,
One Last Wish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Liliput,
Trumans Water,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
KRS-One,
K-Klass,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Flag,
The Searchers,
Ken Boothe,
The Last Poets,
Michelle Simonal,
X-102,
Panda Bear,
Scientists,
Ultra Naté,
Junior Murvin,
Brand Nubian,
The Fire Engines,
Johnny Osbourne,
David McCallum,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Bananas,
The Leaves,
The Beau Brummels,
The Wake,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.