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 Afghanistan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Tears for Fears,
Laurel Aitken,
The Searchers,
The Walker Brothers,
The Tremeloes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Vladislav Delay,
Fat Boys,
Godley & Creme,
The Residents,
Circle Jerks,
Echospace,
Harmonia,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Khruangbin,
Buzzcocks,
L. Decosne,
Essential Logic,
Panda Bear,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultimate Spinach,
Skarface,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gories,
Warren Ellis,
Idris Muhammad,
Audionom,
Chris & Cosey,
The J.B.'s,
Siglo XX,
Ronnie Foster,
Ludus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Michelle Simonal,
Hashim,
Technova,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roxy Music,
CMW,
Derrick Morgan,
MDC,
Harry Pussy,
John Foxx,
Tres Demented,
The Wake,
Gastr Del Sol,
Spoonie Gee,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Skriet,
Icehouse,
Janne Schatter,
Boz Scaggs,
Yellowson,
Interpol,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Agitation Free,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.