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 Ireland and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Little Man to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Ossler,
R.M.O.,
Arthur Verocai,
Connie Case,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Interpol,
John Coltrane,
Lou Reed,
The Gladiators,
Radiopuhelimet,
Leonard Cohen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Liliput,
Archie Shepp,
Ludus,
Nik Kershaw,
The Velvet Underground,
Fad Gadget,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crispy Ambulance,
New Age Steppers,
the Human League,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Pretty Things,
Kayak,
Scientists,
Depeche Mode,
Severed Heads,
Masters at Work,
Joe Smooth,
The Red Krayola,
Main Source,
Lucky Dragons,
Soul II Soul,
UT,
The Litter,
The Cramps,
Glambeats Corp.,
Con Funk Shun,
Soft Cell,
Black Pus,
Stiv Bators,
The Dave Clark Five,
DJ Style,
Lower 48,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Whodini,
The Fire Engines,
Clear Light,
Robert Wyatt,
CMW,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ken Boothe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tubeway Army,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.