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 Ecuador and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ultra Naté to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Echospace,
L. Decosne,
Marmalade,
U.S. Maple,
Parry Music,
The Barracudas,
June of 44,
The Slackers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roger Hodgson,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Coltrane,
Dawn Penn,
Deakin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Max Romeo,
The Monochrome Set,
Reagan Youth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Move,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Modern Lovers,
The Mummies,
The Toasters,
Monolake,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Isaac Hayes,
Arab on Radar,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Livin' Joy,
Index,
Radio Birdman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
10cc,
UT,
Harry Pussy,
Audionom,
Chrome,
The Fugs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jawbox,
Tres Demented,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Freddie Wadling,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Christie,
Niagra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Moss Icon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brand Nubian,
CMW,
Sugar Minott,
The Pop Group,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gap Band,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.