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 Morocco and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tears for Fears to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Peter and Kerry,
The Mojo Men,
Sun City Girls,
Soft Machine,
a-ha,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alton Ellis,
Wally Richardson,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Christie,
The Last Poets,
H. Thieme,
Curtis Mayfield,
ABBA,
Half Japanese,
The Fire Engines,
World's Most,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Spandau Ballet,
Faust,
Sound Behaviour,
Skaos,
Maurizio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gories,
Outsiders,
Depeche Mode,
Crime,
Talk Talk,
Deepchord,
Sugar Minott,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Skarface,
Ponytail,
Nirvana,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Davy DMX,
The Associates,
The Star Department,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Monks,
ABC,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Doors,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lebanon Hanover,
The United States of America,
D'Angelo,
The Barracudas,
Quando Quango,
Joy Division,
In Retrospect,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Avey Tare,
Flipper,
The Monochrome Set,
Jacob Miller,
Shoche,
The Monks,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.