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 Denmark and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '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 Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Joey Negro,
Duran Duran,
Pagans,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Neon Judgement,
Fluxion,
Clear Light,
Rufus Thomas,
Andrew Hill,
The Gun Club,
The Slits,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ponytail,
Thompson Twins,
Bauhaus,
Camouflage,
John Cale,
Jeff Lynne,
The Real Kids,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Colin Newman,
Banda Bassotti,
Lyres,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mojo Men,
Patti Smith,
AZ,
The Moody Blues,
The Fugs,
The Motions,
The Cowsills,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Oneida,
Sex Pistols,
Malaria!,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aural Exciters,
Supertramp,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cybotron,
The Blues Magoos,
Pierre Henry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
Robert Görl,
Stetsasonic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Techniques,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Outsiders,
Amazonics,
Byron Stingily,
The Dead C,
The Victims,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Quadrant,
Big Daddy Kane,
June of 44,
Sugar Minott,
Kevin Saunderson,
X-101,
Sister Nancy,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.