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 Belgium and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
H. Thieme,
Reagan Youth,
X-102,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dark Day,
Black Bananas,
Quadrant,
X-Ray Spex,
Talk Talk,
Ultra Naté,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Trumans Water,
Colin Newman,
The Red Krayola,
Man Parrish,
Yusef Lateef,
The Music Machine,
The Smoke,
Clear Light,
John Coltrane,
Y Pants,
Neil Young,
Stereo Dub,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Livin' Joy,
Los Fastidios,
Maurizio,
Sun City Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang Green,
Average White Band,
Kenny Larkin,
DNA,
The Evens,
Derrick May,
MC5,
The Gun Club,
The Toasters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Desert Stars,
Laurel Aitken,
Pere Ubu,
FM Einheit,
The Star Department,
Bluetip,
Eddi Front,
Patti Smith,
Pole,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eurythmics,
The Gap Band,
The United States of America,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pussy Galore,
Interpol,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Duran Duran,
Traffic Nightmare,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.