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 Czech Republic and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Man Eating Sloth to the grunge 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Unwound,
Johnny Clarke,
48th St. Collective,
Q and Not U,
Grandmaster Flash,
Quando Quango,
Dave Gahan,
Jacob Miller,
Josef K,
Sun City Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dual Sessions,
Minnie Riperton,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Martian,
Shoche,
Skriet,
The Monochrome Set,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
New York Dolls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Procol Harum,
Marc Almond,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Womack,
Harmonia,
Bill Near,
Youth Brigade,
Fluxion,
The Angels of Light,
X-102,
Minutemen,
Soulsonic Force,
The Motions,
Loose Ends,
Agent Orange,
Massinfluence,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tommy Roe,
Scion,
Banda Bassotti,
Todd Terry,
Mad Mike,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Electric Prunes,
Interpol,
Ken Boothe,
Lebanon Hanover,
Zapp,
Organ,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fuzztones,
The Detroit Cobras,
Howard Jones,
Yazoo,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.