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 Cape Verde and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Trojans to the techno 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Kurtis Blow,
Glambeats Corp.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Monks,
Rapeman,
Rod Modell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cybotron,
Young Marble Giants,
The Gap Band,
Motorama,
Trumans Water,
Big Daddy Kane,
Schoolly D,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Altered Images,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Adolescents,
Swell Maps,
The Cramps,
New Age Steppers,
In Retrospect,
Panda Bear,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nirvana,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Detroit Cobras,
Excepter,
Donny Hathaway,
Al Stewart,
Japan,
E-Dancer,
Dave Gahan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bang On A Can,
Sandy B,
Suicide,
Interpol,
Can,
Sun Ra,
Iggy Pop,
Cecil Taylor,
Blake Baxter,
Henry Cow,
Terry Callier,
Siglo XX,
Loose Ends,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ossler,
The Black Dice,
Avey Tare,
Moby Grape,
Quadrant,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Real Kids,
The Gun Club,
Vainqueur,
Amazonics,
Index,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.