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 Slovenia and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Derrick Morgan to the techno 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Barry Ungar,
Kaleidoscope,
Jerry's Kids,
The Star Department,
Black Pus,
The Gladiators,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Slave,
Spandau Ballet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sister Nancy,
Quadrant,
Youth Brigade,
Blancmange,
Janne Schatter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Erasure,
The Motions,
Blake Baxter,
Tears for Fears,
Vainqueur,
Lyres,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ohio Players,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ossler,
LL Cool J,
Sandy B,
Alphaville,
Angry Samoans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The New Christs,
Animal Collective,
Warren Ellis,
R.M.O.,
Scan 7,
Scion,
Index,
Bobby Byrd,
Crispy Ambulance,
UT,
Pierre Henry,
Intrusion,
Aswad,
FM Einheit,
Robert Hood,
The Neon Judgement,
Neu!,
Black Sheep,
Altered Images,
John Cale,
Siglo XX,
the Human League,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Modern Lovers,
Andrew Hill,
Maleditus Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jacob Miller,
The Alarm Clocks,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.