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 Namibia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Flamin' Groovies to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Shoche,
Ponytail,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dead Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
Chris Corsano,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Searchers,
Jeff Lynne,
Reagan Youth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Suicide,
Nico,
The Gladiators,
Minny Pops,
The Shadows of Knight,
Suburban Knight,
Intrusion,
Duran Duran,
Bad Manners,
Reuben Wilson,
Robert Wyatt,
Brass Construction,
The Electric Prunes,
Visage,
Susan Cadogan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cal Tjader,
Porter Ricks,
Warren Ellis,
the Swans,
These Immortal Souls,
Hardrive,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Sheep,
EPMD,
Quando Quango,
Matthew Halsall,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joey Negro,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mo-Dettes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Black Dice,
Ultra Naté,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
kango's stein massive,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Amazonics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Golliwogs,
Ronnie Foster,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sound Behaviour,
MDC,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bootsy Collins,
Little Man,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.