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 Italy and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 Public Enemy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Golliwogs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Accadde A,
Minutemen,
Darondo,
Juan Atkins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Los Fastidios,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alison Limerick,
F. McDonald,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arthur Verocai,
Crispian St. Peters,
Oblivians,
Arcadia,
Nik Kershaw,
Cheater Slicks,
Ituana,
Wire,
Make Up,
Skriet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cybotron,
Magazine,
L. Decosne,
Quantec,
Massinfluence,
The Standells,
Underground Resistance,
Visage,
Pulsallama,
Pantytec,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Icehouse,
Derrick May,
Shoche,
The Associates,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stereo Dub,
H. Thieme,
DJ Style,
The Moody Blues,
Mark Hollis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bill Wells,
Slave,
Gong,
JFA,
Nirvana,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hashim,
The Gladiators,
Depeche Mode,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Japan,
Neil Young,
Yusef Lateef,
Mandrill,
Sonic Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.