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 Korea South and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Fuzztones to the punk 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kenny Larkin,
Soul II Soul,
Buzzcocks,
The Mummies,
the Normal,
This Heat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grey Daturas,
John Cale,
Tim Buckley,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Maleditus Sound,
The Offenders,
JFA,
Index,
Eurythmics,
Soft Cell,
Magma,
Charles Mingus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nico,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Suicide,
Niagra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Underground Resistance,
Deakin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brand Nubian,
The Fire Engines,
Derrick May,
Gichy Dan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stereo Dub,
Joy Division,
John Foxx,
Arab on Radar,
Hardrive,
Thee Headcoats,
Sarah Menescal,
The Grass Roots,
Peter and Kerry,
Harry Pussy,
Lakeside,
Radiopuhelimet,
Adolescents,
Sällskapet,
Visage,
Harmonia,
Hot Snakes,
Tres Demented,
Pere Ubu,
X-101,
Anakelly,
Henry Cow,
Thompson Twins,
Amazonics,
Slave,
The Zeros,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.