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 Brazil and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
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 Holger Czukay 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 Blackbyrds to the punk 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Rosa Yemen,
Quantec,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Foxx,
Tom Boy,
Slave,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scan 7,
New York Dolls,
Harry Pussy,
Godley & Creme,
Soft Machine,
Oblivians,
Kayak,
Eddi Front,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tubeway Army,
T. Rex,
Robert Wyatt,
Carl Craig,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Flash Fearless,
Dawn Penn,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Technova,
Man Parrish,
DJ Style,
Q65,
Sister Nancy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Von Mondo,
The J.B.'s,
The Stooges,
Simply Red,
Organ,
Drexciya,
The Smiths,
The Dirtbombs,
Aswad,
X-101,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alton Ellis,
The Evens,
Wire,
Accadde A,
Robert Hood,
Pagans,
Fat Boys,
Connie Case,
Marine Girls,
Soft Cell,
Quando Quango,
Bush Tetras,
World's Most,
The Offenders,
The Doors,
Ludus,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.