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 Morocco and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kevin Saunderson to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Amon Düül,
Rod Modell,
Nico,
Scan 7,
Panda Bear,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bizarre Inc.,
Michelle Simonal,
EPMD,
Nik Kershaw,
Maleditus Sound,
The Leaves,
Amon Düül II,
Rapeman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rakim,
The Real Kids,
Dennis Brown,
Blossom Toes,
Gang of Four,
The Detroit Cobras,
Los Fastidios,
Trumans Water,
The J.B.'s,
Roxette,
Sister Nancy,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Red Krayola,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sound Behaviour,
Guru Guru,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Radiopuhelimet,
B.T. Express,
cv313,
Wings,
Funkadelic,
Procol Harum,
Interpol,
The Mummies,
Nick Fraelich,
JFA,
Cymande,
Janne Schatter,
Marc Almond,
Laurel Aitken,
Pussy Galore,
The Last Poets,
The Gories,
Robert Görl,
Cybotron,
Swell Maps,
Eden Ahbez,
Brothers Johnson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Reuben Wilson,
LL Cool J,
Soft Cell,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.