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 Philippines and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Subhumans to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Sparks,
Popol Vuh,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scott Walker,
Kurtis Blow,
Donny Hathaway,
Brass Construction,
Skriet,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
B.T. Express,
Eli Mardock,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Radiopuhelimet,
Max Romeo,
Boredoms,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cowsills,
Nirvana,
Deepchord,
The Music Machine,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Derrick Morgan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Babytalk,
Dead Boys,
The Victims,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Idris Muhammad,
The Moody Blues,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Buckinghams,
MDC,
E-Dancer,
Grey Daturas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
Blancmange,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Niagra,
Rod Modell,
Judy Mowatt,
Vainqueur,
ABC,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Oblivians,
Sonic Youth,
The Velvet Underground,
Sixth Finger,
New Order,
Howard Jones,
Ronan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Five Americans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Masters at Work,
In Retrospect,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.