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 Ghana and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Star Department to the electroclash 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Blancmange,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gil Scott Heron,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nas,
Absolute Body Control,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Evens,
Supertramp,
Siglo XX,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Victims,
Gastr Del Sol,
Radio Birdman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Selecter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Graham Central Station,
Bad Manners,
cv313,
June Days,
10cc,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yazoo,
John Lydon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Divine Comedy,
Wolf Eyes,
Shuggie Otis,
Talk Talk,
the Bar-Kays,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minny Pops,
Minnie Riperton,
Yaz,
The Last Poets,
Wings,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Shoche,
X-101,
Erykah Badu,
Henry Cow,
Blossom Toes,
Reuben Wilson,
Roxette,
Cecil Taylor,
ABC,
Nik Kershaw,
Quantec,
Depeche Mode,
Gang Green,
Popol Vuh,
Matthew Bourne,
Bill Wells,
Newcleus,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.