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 Zimbabwe and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin 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 Jeru the Damaja to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
The Fire Engines,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Christie,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Panda Bear,
Can,
Judy Mowatt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cure,
Qualms,
This Heat,
T.S.O.L.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nico,
Animal Collective,
Slave,
Ice-T,
Goldenarms,
Skaos,
Fluxion,
Buzzcocks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Royal Trux,
Reagan Youth,
Lower 48,
Adolescents,
Livin' Joy,
Freddie Wadling,
Infiniti,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Connie Case,
E-Dancer,
Kayak,
Throbbing Gristle,
Excepter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Franke,
Spandau Ballet,
James White and The Blacks,
The Human League,
Chris & Cosey,
June of 44,
cv313,
Dave Gahan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Warren Ellis,
The Walker Brothers,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gap Band,
John Lydon,
David Axelrod,
Eric Copeland,
The Gun Club,
Sällskapet,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.