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 Lesotho and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 David Bowie 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 Sisters of Mercy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Lyres,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dawn Penn,
Jesper Dahlback,
China Crisis,
Fat Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fortunes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Spoonie Gee,
L. Decosne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Clear Light,
Television,
Fugazi,
Angry Samoans,
Junior Murvin,
Darondo,
Bobby Womack,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Wake,
John Holt,
Adolescents,
The Neon Judgement,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joy Division,
Visage,
Scion,
Vladislav Delay,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Flag,
Ornette Coleman,
Nico,
Sight & Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Japan,
UT,
Roxy Music,
Kayak,
Reuben Wilson,
EPMD,
Robert Görl,
Soulsonic Force,
Lucky Dragons,
Tommy Roe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Swans,
Camberwell Now,
Lalann,
Michelle Simonal,
Juan Atkins,
Maleditus Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aswad,
The Residents,
The Buckinghams,
Au Pairs,
Ituana,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.