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 Montenegro and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Tears for Fears to the rap 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a snare 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 oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Skatalites,
the Swans,
The Mummies,
Roxy Music,
The Vogues,
Terry Callier,
Radiohead,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
LL Cool J,
Soulsonic Force,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Robert Görl,
Tim Buckley,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pulsallama,
ABC,
Amon Düül II,
Big Daddy Kane,
One Last Wish,
Don Cherry,
The Trojans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Move,
The Dead C,
Camberwell Now,
Sandy B,
Magma,
E-Dancer,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Doors,
Ornette Coleman,
Faraquet,
Joey Negro,
Pantytec,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
X-102,
New Age Steppers,
Lungfish,
Gabor Szabo,
the Germs,
The Names,
Camouflage,
The Birthday Party,
Eddi Front,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Knickerbockers,
Avey Tare,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mars,
MC5,
The J.B.'s,
Minnie Riperton,
The Wake,
The Pretty Things,
Funky Four + One,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.