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 Seychelles and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 Suburban Knight to the punk 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Gichy Dan,
the Swans,
Aloha Tigers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roxy Music,
ABBA,
Motorama,
Glambeats Corp.,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Oblivians,
Cybotron,
The Birthday Party,
The Wake,
Franke,
Howard Jones,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roy Ayers,
Jeff Mills,
Tears for Fears,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
Yusef Lateef,
Ice-T,
Duran Duran,
Josef K,
Mad Mike,
Barry Ungar,
The Blues Magoos,
John Lydon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Prince Buster,
T.S.O.L.,
Arthur Verocai,
Negative Approach,
Cameo,
The United States of America,
The Moleskins,
Johnny Clarke,
DJ Sneak,
OOIOO,
New York Dolls,
X-101,
Boz Scaggs,
Pussy Galore,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brick,
D'Angelo,
Stiv Bators,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lucky Dragons,
Hashim,
Chrome,
Essential Logic,
Interpol,
Wasted Youth,
Intrusion,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.