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 Denmark and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Slick Rick to the crunk 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Skaos,
The Gladiators,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ronnie Foster,
X-101,
David McCallum,
The Gap Band,
The Monks,
Cymande,
Oneida,
Outsiders,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tommy Roe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wings,
Isaac Hayes,
Gabor Szabo,
a-ha,
Organ,
Silicon Teens,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fire Engines,
The Skatalites,
The Seeds,
Brothers Johnson,
Warsaw,
Bootsy Collins,
Yaz,
Lakeside,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Drexciya,
Freddie Wadling,
Electric Prunes,
Hot Snakes,
Eurythmics,
Soft Cell,
T.S.O.L.,
Oblivians,
Jacob Miller,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lungfish,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Negative Approach,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bauhaus,
Radio Birdman,
Tubeway Army,
Ultravox,
Second Layer,
Dual Sessions,
Sound Behaviour,
Fatback Band,
T. Rex,
The Real Kids,
Lalann,
The Move,
the Germs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Siglo XX,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.