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 Japan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron 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 Aaron Thompson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
kango's stein massive,
The Litter,
Absolute Body Control,
Rufus Thomas,
David Bowie,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cheater Slicks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Mummies,
The Blackbyrds,
The Leaves,
Ultimate Spinach,
Motorama,
The Names,
Camouflage,
Hardrive,
Spandau Ballet,
The Blues Magoos,
Freddie Wadling,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Country Teasers,
Scott Walker,
World's Most,
The Sound,
Skarface,
Minny Pops,
Crash Course in Science,
The Index,
Idris Muhammad,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Reed,
Qualms,
Peter & Gordon,
X-102,
Steve Hackett,
Parry Music,
Joe Smooth,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Remains,
Audionom,
Robert Hood,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Swans,
Althea and Donna,
Rosa Yemen,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jeff Mills,
Scan 7,
Sonic Youth,
Shuggie Otis,
Cal Tjader,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Depeche Mode,
Juan Atkins,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kenny Larkin,
H. Thieme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
ABC,
The Selecter,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.