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 Czech Republic and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Saints,
Sight & Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Wasted Youth,
Crooked Eye,
The Monks,
Interpol,
Drexciya,
Scientists,
Bad Manners,
Quantec,
The Zeros,
Eric B and Rakim,
The J.B.'s,
Unwound,
Young Marble Giants,
Lungfish,
Warren Ellis,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Slits,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Star Department,
Average White Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Amazonics,
Avey Tare,
Liliput,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Royal Trux,
Ultimate Spinach,
Todd Rundgren,
June Days,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dual Sessions,
Dorothy Ashby,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Evens,
Blossom Toes,
David Axelrod,
Tubeway Army,
Sun Ra,
Outsiders,
The Doors,
Pylon,
Sällskapet,
The Barracudas,
Janne Schatter,
Darondo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Panda Bear,
Howard Jones,
Angry Samoans,
The Young Rascals,
Harry Pussy,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.