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 Albania and from London.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 a-ha to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Steve Hackett,
Soft Machine,
Boz Scaggs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DJ Sneak,
Mission of Burma,
Laurel Aitken,
Shoche,
Vainqueur,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sixth Finger,
Saccharine Trust,
Lalann,
Moss Icon,
Scrapy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cybotron,
Ten City,
U.S. Maple,
Los Fastidios,
Sun City Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roxette,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Funkadelic,
Quadrant,
OOIOO,
Wolf Eyes,
Essential Logic,
Faraquet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Urselle,
The Cramps,
Althea and Donna,
Brand Nubian,
Fear,
Blake Baxter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sexual Harrassment,
Audionom,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Görl,
Terry Callier,
Chris & Cosey,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Beau Brummels,
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric Dolphy,
Rites of Spring,
Crime,
Gastr Del Sol,
Skaos,
Panda Bear,
Man Parrish,
Joey Negro,
Subhumans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Royal Trux,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.