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 Greece and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 Electric Prunes to the dance 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Duran Duran,
Sparks,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Music Machine,
The Velvet Underground,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Sherman,
Sandy B,
In Retrospect,
Lalann,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bill Near,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ten City,
KRS-One,
Alphaville,
The Offenders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wally Richardson,
Jeff Mills,
Los Fastidios,
Tommy Roe,
Jerry's Kids,
Jesper Dahlback,
Skaos,
The Remains,
Aloha Tigers,
Ohio Players,
Swell Maps,
Arthur Verocai,
New Order,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The J.B.'s,
Sam Rivers,
Connie Case,
DJ Sneak,
Echospace,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Motions,
Radiopuhelimet,
Popol Vuh,
Rod Modell,
The Cure,
The Kinks,
Dead Boys,
Mission of Burma,
Eurythmics,
Blossom Toes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marshall Jefferson,
Reuben Wilson,
Fat Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
X-102,
Todd Terry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Shadows of Knight,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.