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 Finland and from Copenhagen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Altered Images to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Minny Pops,
the Normal,
Y Pants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Mojo Men,
Brothers Johnson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nik Kershaw,
David Axelrod,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
E-Dancer,
The Last Poets,
The American Breed,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deepchord,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aural Exciters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Standells,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cheater Slicks,
Nico,
The Victims,
Sex Pistols,
Tears for Fears,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Juan Atkins,
Royal Trux,
Sällskapet,
Harmonia,
Bang On A Can,
Donald Byrd,
Yellowson,
Mantronix,
Vainqueur,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Junior Murvin,
The Busters,
Subhumans,
Arab on Radar,
Nas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bad Manners,
The Zeros,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Janne Schatter,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Five Americans,
Ronan,
The Birthday Party,
The Move,
Joyce Sims,
Josef K,
Todd Rundgren,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultravox,
Sixth Finger,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.