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 Ukraine and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar 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 Erykah Badu to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Scan 7,
Newcleus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alphaville,
8 Eyed Spy,
James White and The Blacks,
June Days,
Fugazi,
Josef K,
Groovy Waters,
Drexciya,
Mandrill,
Eve St. Jones,
Bronski Beat,
Silicon Teens,
The Sonics,
Popol Vuh,
Malaria!,
Camberwell Now,
Black Moon,
Nas,
Cybotron,
Echospace,
Roger Hodgson,
Judy Mowatt,
Theoretical Girls,
48th St. Collective,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minnie Riperton,
Eli Mardock,
PIL,
Avey Tare,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Associates,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Loose Ends,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Swans,
Rakim,
Carl Craig,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Zeros,
Agent Orange,
Prince Buster,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gories,
The Motions,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cymande,
Godley & Creme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cal Tjader,
Saccharine Trust,
Second Layer,
Con Funk Shun,
B.T. Express,
Television Personalities,
MC5,
New Order,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.