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 Lebanon and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the grunge 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Swans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pagans,
Marine Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dennis Brown,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Clear Light,
Make Up,
Spoonie Gee,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Newcleus,
Nick Fraelich,
Bill Near,
Franke,
Jawbox,
Eric Copeland,
The Blues Magoos,
H. Thieme,
Man Parrish,
Brand Nubian,
Fugazi,
Lightning Bolt,
Severed Heads,
Public Image Ltd.,
Janne Schatter,
Babytalk,
Lalo Schifrin,
Thee Headcoats,
Nik Kershaw,
X-Ray Spex,
Sight & Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
Easy Going,
Oblivians,
Y Pants,
The New Christs,
Jeff Mills,
David McCallum,
Piero Umiliani,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun City Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
kango's stein massive,
Radio Birdman,
Inner City,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Accadde A,
Letta Mbulu,
Neil Young,
La Düsseldorf,
Colin Newman,
Barry Ungar,
The Moleskins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rakim,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.