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 Uruguay and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 Scratch Acid to the electroclash 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Pulsallama,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Susan Cadogan,
The Beau Brummels,
The Pretty Things,
Kas Product,
Maurizio,
Nirvana,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Patti Smith,
Duran Duran,
Howard Jones,
Echospace,
The Slackers,
The Electric Prunes,
Marc Almond,
Fat Boys,
The Martian,
Lyres,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Accadde A,
Babytalk,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kerri Chandler,
The Evens,
Soul II Soul,
Scrapy,
Monks,
Rekid,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Q65,
Deadbeat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang Green,
The Human League,
Donald Byrd,
JFA,
The New Christs,
Joyce Sims,
Pet Shop Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Index,
Technova,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Velvet Underground,
Mad Mike,
Oblivians,
Con Funk Shun,
Throbbing Gristle,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Real Kids,
The Trojans,
The Searchers,
Television,
Moss Icon,
Janne Schatter,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.