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 Germany and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Pop Group to the dance 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deepchord,
Davy DMX,
The Detroit Cobras,
Radiohead,
Eddi Front,
The Star Department,
Bobby Sherman,
Boredoms,
Porter Ricks,
David McCallum,
Scientists,
The Neon Judgement,
The Shadows of Knight,
Derrick May,
Mandrill,
Procol Harum,
The Mojo Men,
Aswad,
Glambeats Corp.,
Archie Shepp,
DJ Sneak,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chris & Cosey,
Malaria!,
David Axelrod,
the Soft Cell,
Average White Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Soul II Soul,
Livin' Joy,
Juan Atkins,
Nils Olav,
Joey Negro,
The Fall,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jerry's Kids,
The Moody Blues,
James White and The Blacks,
Quadrant,
Soft Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
Warsaw,
Section 25,
Fugazi,
Con Funk Shun,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Johnny Clarke,
Marc Almond,
Radiopuhelimet,
AZ,
Sister Nancy,
The Zeros,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eric Copeland,
The Mummies,
8 Eyed Spy,
Funky Four + One,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Toasters,
Henry Cow,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.