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 Bangladesh and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Donald Fagen 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 Tremeloes to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Pantytec,
The Fuzztones,
Throbbing Gristle,
Chris & Cosey,
Symarip,
The New Christs,
Agent Orange,
Youth Brigade,
Franke,
Severed Heads,
Sun City Girls,
Dennis Brown,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Siglo XX,
Camberwell Now,
These Immortal Souls,
Icehouse,
Reagan Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Mummies,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
cv313,
Fugazi,
Audionom,
Guru Guru,
Section 25,
Black Sheep,
Scan 7,
Toni Rubio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scott Walker,
Outsiders,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Unrelated Segments,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nation of Ulysses,
Buzzcocks,
Country Teasers,
Pylon,
Can,
Ultravox,
Kayak,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Offenders,
Scratch Acid,
T. Rex,
The Grass Roots,
Pantaleimon,
June Days,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cymande,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Excepter,
Alison Limerick,
Tubeway Army,
Deakin,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.