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 Kazakhstan 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Lou Reed 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the funk 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Moleskins,
Newcleus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alice Coltrane,
Piero Umiliani,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
L. Decosne,
Glenn Branca,
cv313,
Pantaleimon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Doors,
Neu!,
Fela Kuti,
T.S.O.L.,
Scrapy,
Sällskapet,
The Techniques,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lightning Bolt,
Altered Images,
Eurythmics,
Rites of Spring,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roxette,
Cybotron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Symarip,
Letta Mbulu,
Junior Murvin,
China Crisis,
Y Pants,
Swans,
Kerri Chandler,
Chris Corsano,
Ultravox,
Royal Trux,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nils Olav,
Moss Icon,
Bill Wells,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scratch Acid,
Inner City,
Fifty Foot Hose,
48th St. Collective,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Sonics,
The Human League,
Agent Orange,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.