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 Serbia and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Holger Czukay 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 Barbara Tucker to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Eric Dolphy,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Blues Magoos,
The Moleskins,
Cameo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aaron Thompson,
The Divine Comedy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Severed Heads,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dennis Brown,
Mad Mike,
X-101,
Jerry's Kids,
Heaven 17,
Scott Walker,
LL Cool J,
The Durutti Column,
Mo-Dettes,
Absolute Body Control,
the Bar-Kays,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pylon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tres Demented,
Pussy Galore,
Tears for Fears,
Franke,
Thompson Twins,
Minor Threat,
The Monks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yaz,
Tim Buckley,
Radiohead,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Walker Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
Bob Dylan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roy Ayers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Essential Logic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Technova,
The Flesh Eaters,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Moon,
Andrew Hill,
Minnie Riperton,
The Sonics,
The Wake,
Mandrill,
Deepchord,
Amon Düül,
The Golliwogs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.