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 Australia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Victims to the techno 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Japan,
Roxette,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sonic Youth,
Rod Modell,
Panda Bear,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gories,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
KRS-One,
Yellowson,
Matthew Bourne,
Quadrant,
Lalann,
Cameo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Desert Stars,
The Count Five,
Stockholm Monsters,
Porter Ricks,
Duran Duran,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Offenders,
Visage,
Erykah Badu,
Alton Ellis,
Deepchord,
Boogie Down Productions,
The J.B.'s,
Soft Machine,
Lucky Dragons,
Hardrive,
Cybotron,
the Swans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cecil Taylor,
MDC,
Thee Headcoats,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Spandau Ballet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
OOIOO,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cure,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Television Personalities,
The Mojo Men,
Soft Cell,
Erasure,
The Modern Lovers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Agitation Free,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Vainqueur,
Spoonie Gee,
The Motions,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lyres,
Flamin' Groovies,
James White and The Blacks,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.