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 Venezuela and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Skarface to the disco 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Five Americans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Funky Four + One,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Suburban Knight,
Second Layer,
The Monochrome Set,
The Zeros,
Pylon,
Circle Jerks,
Godley & Creme,
The Gap Band,
the Germs,
Matthew Bourne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ultra Naté,
Von Mondo,
Harry Pussy,
Sonny Sharrock,
DNA,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yaz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Standells,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Althea and Donna,
Gabor Szabo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joy Division,
E-Dancer,
Ituana,
Marc Almond,
Icehouse,
Yazoo,
The Electric Prunes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Quando Quango,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
New York Dolls,
The Fire Engines,
Brand Nubian,
H. Thieme,
Dennis Brown,
Urselle,
Dark Day,
John Coltrane,
The Music Machine,
Porter Ricks,
Eve St. Jones,
The New Christs,
T. Rex,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roger Hodgson,
New Order,
Bootsy Collins,
Young Marble Giants,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.