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 Taiwan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gang Starr to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Little Man,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Second Layer,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rapeman,
Soft Machine,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crash Course in Science,
Marine Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
Fad Gadget,
Mars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
New Age Steppers,
Joensuu 1685,
The Moleskins,
Moebius,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Patti Smith,
U.S. Maple,
Fela Kuti,
The Barracudas,
Franke,
K-Klass,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Blake Baxter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pierre Henry,
Boz Scaggs,
Bronski Beat,
Ten City,
The Golliwogs,
Dave Gahan,
Vladislav Delay,
Scion,
Basic Channel,
Cal Tjader,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ossler,
The Slits,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
A Certain Ratio,
The Divine Comedy,
The Slackers,
Anthony Braxton,
Lalann,
Man Parrish,
Lightning Bolt,
Bang On A Can,
DJ Style,
Guru Guru,
Japan,
Michelle Simonal,
Circle Jerks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Angels of Light,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Christie,
Monolake,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.