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 Paraguay and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Holger Czukay 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 Todd Rundgren to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Womack,
The Seeds,
Johnny Clarke,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
JFA,
Tres Demented,
Mr. Review,
The Associates,
The Skatalites,
Alice Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
La Düsseldorf,
cv313,
Grauzone,
Oblivians,
Eric B and Rakim,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Delta 5,
Pharoah Sanders,
This Heat,
The Alarm Clocks,
Guru Guru,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
KRS-One,
48th St. Collective,
The Fall,
Rotary Connection,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scrapy,
Television,
The Toasters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Section 25,
The Move,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Von Mondo,
Eden Ahbez,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Magazine,
Darondo,
The Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Theoretical Girls,
Livin' Joy,
Rufus Thomas,
The Angels of Light,
Crime,
the Association,
Silicon Teens,
Ituana,
Nik Kershaw,
Bootsy Collins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crispy Ambulance,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.