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 Bahamas and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ten City to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
The Cure,
Thompson Twins,
The Litter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Shoche,
X-Ray Spex,
Essential Logic,
Moebius,
Roxy Music,
Glambeats Corp.,
kango's stein massive,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Don Cherry,
Man Parrish,
Fad Gadget,
Zapp,
Todd Rundgren,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Lydon,
Roger Hodgson,
Au Pairs,
Sun City Girls,
Pantytec,
Supertramp,
Angry Samoans,
The Young Rascals,
Nas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lalann,
Janne Schatter,
Gichy Dan,
Wasted Youth,
Drexciya,
Nik Kershaw,
Theoretical Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
PIL,
Black Flag,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Stooges,
Gil Scott Heron,
Amon Düül,
the Swans,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed,
Tomorrow,
Boredoms,
Harpers Bizarre,
Funky Four + One,
Newcleus,
Byron Stingily,
Scientists,
Vainqueur,
Kaleidoscope,
Ronan,
The Techniques,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eric Dolphy,
Livin' Joy,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.