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 Macedonia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the dance 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Durutti Column,
Sister Nancy,
Zero Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
Sex Pistols,
Tropical Tobacco,
New Order,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Tremeloes,
Crash Course in Science,
Sound Behaviour,
UT,
Vainqueur,
Tom Boy,
Agent Orange,
Franke,
Liliput,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Colin Newman,
Ronan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Chris & Cosey,
K-Klass,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Massinfluence,
Ludus,
John Coltrane,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cramps,
Sällskapet,
Joy Division,
Jeru the Damaja,
Quadrant,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Radio Birdman,
Camberwell Now,
Matthew Bourne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Groovy Waters,
Can,
The Kinks,
Ituana,
New York Dolls,
Dennis Brown,
Gang Starr,
the Human League,
Joe Smooth,
Lakeside,
Schoolly D,
The Knickerbockers,
Max Romeo,
Underground Resistance,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cal Tjader,
Harmonia,
JFA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.