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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Evens to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
The Techniques,
The Martian,
Althea and Donna,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mark Hollis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Star Department,
Camouflage,
DJ Sneak,
Yazoo,
Brothers Johnson,
Japan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cramps,
Con Funk Shun,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bad Manners,
Make Up,
Crime,
The Walker Brothers,
Accadde A,
Duran Duran,
Funkadelic,
Kevin Saunderson,
10cc,
The Raincoats,
The Electric Prunes,
T.S.O.L.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roxy Music,
Agitation Free,
Moss Icon,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Pretty Things,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rosa Yemen,
Deakin,
Wally Richardson,
Fugazi,
Rod Modell,
Flash Fearless,
the Germs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Associates,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marc Almond,
The Move,
The Flesh Eaters,
Johnny Clarke,
Stetsasonic,
Byron Stingily,
Barrington Levy,
The Cure,
Cecil Taylor,
Patti Smith,
The Happenings,
John Lydon,
Fela Kuti,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.