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 Estonia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Chris & Cosey to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
The Gladiators,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Organ,
Lindisfarne,
The Happenings,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Negative Approach,
Suicide,
Chrome,
the Normal,
Inner City,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dennis Brown,
Oblivians,
Electric Prunes,
Blancmange,
Glambeats Corp.,
Panda Bear,
Clear Light,
The Slackers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Donny Hathaway,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
kango's stein massive,
Trumans Water,
Skarface,
Ludus,
Malaria!,
Dawn Penn,
Rod Modell,
Byron Stingily,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Christie,
Tommy Roe,
Dead Boys,
In Retrospect,
Hardrive,
New Order,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pagans,
Popol Vuh,
Agent Orange,
Traffic Nightmare,
Avey Tare,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott Heron,
Juan Atkins,
Desert Stars,
The Raincoats,
FM Einheit,
Monolake,
PIL,
The Shadows of Knight,
Section 25,
Theoretical Girls,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.