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 Togo and from Accra.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Suburban Knight to the crunk 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Human League,
One Last Wish,
The Selecter,
The Buckinghams,
Harmonia,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Unrelated Segments,
The Durutti Column,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deepchord,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Quadrant,
PIL,
Soft Cell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nick Fraelich,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Symarip,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Magazine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dead Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Warsaw,
The Pretty Things,
Pantytec,
Radio Birdman,
Gang of Four,
Yusef Lateef,
Morten Harket,
Chrome,
Slave,
The Velvet Underground,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Toasters,
Eden Ahbez,
Visage,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
David Bowie,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lungfish,
The Smoke,
The Electric Prunes,
Rites of Spring,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Reagan Youth,
The Busters,
DJ Style,
John Foxx,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Buzzcocks,
Crime,
John Coltrane,
June Days,
Circle Jerks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Schoolly D,
Theoretical Girls,
the Slits,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.