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 New Zealand and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tears for Fears to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
David Axelrod,
R.M.O.,
Moebius,
Danielle Patucci,
Juan Atkins,
Soft Cell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Thee Headcoats,
Yazoo,
X-Ray Spex,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gladiators,
Susan Cadogan,
Jawbox,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fluxion,
Charles Mingus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
James White and The Blacks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Visage,
The Pop Group,
Television Personalities,
Fugazi,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Star Department,
Tubeway Army,
New Order,
E-Dancer,
DJ Style,
Rosa Yemen,
These Immortal Souls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Monochrome Set,
Brass Construction,
Reagan Youth,
Scion,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Starr,
Black Pus,
Sexual Harrassment,
Little Man,
The Stooges,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sam Rivers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rapeman,
Stereo Dub,
The Pretty Things,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Standells,
Robert Görl,
Pagans,
the Normal,
8 Eyed Spy,
Talk Talk,
Harmonia,
Funky Four + One,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marc Almond,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.