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 Ethiopia and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 LL Cool J to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Smog,
Marmalade,
Warsaw,
Excepter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Agent Orange,
The Seeds,
Rapeman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grey Daturas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grauzone,
Basic Channel,
Jeff Lynne,
Tres Demented,
F. McDonald,
The Index,
Camouflage,
Judy Mowatt,
The Young Rascals,
LL Cool J,
Gang Green,
Pulsallama,
Howard Jones,
Livin' Joy,
Masters at Work,
The Doors,
Procol Harum,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aloha Tigers,
Shoche,
Niagra,
The Durutti Column,
Eric Dolphy,
The Moleskins,
Yaz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Real Kids,
Reuben Wilson,
Scott Walker,
Technova,
Janne Schatter,
Magma,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Trojans,
Absolute Body Control,
Lakeside,
Nils Olav,
The Monochrome Set,
China Crisis,
Symarip,
Kenny Larkin,
Warren Ellis,
Severed Heads,
The Gun Club,
Underground Resistance,
The Mummies,
Unwound,
The Red Krayola,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.