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 Nigeria and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 The Trojans to the disco 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
The Pretty Things,
Yellowson,
Robert Görl,
Kenny Larkin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Public Image Ltd.,
Thee Headcoats,
The Star Department,
Todd Terry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Morten Harket,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dave Gahan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brand Nubian,
Aloha Tigers,
Zapp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DNA,
Glenn Branca,
Radio Birdman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roxette,
Joe Smooth,
Whodini,
Lyres,
Essential Logic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Young Marble Giants,
Nik Kershaw,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang Green,
The Monks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sugar Minott,
Masters at Work,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Sheep,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skaos,
Banda Bassotti,
Lower 48,
Outsiders,
Hoover,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
This Heat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Modern Lovers,
Robert Hood,
Donny Hathaway,
Ronnie Foster,
Minnie Riperton,
Unrelated Segments,
Spoonie Gee,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Sonics,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.