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 Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 La Düsseldorf to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
DJ Style,
John Cale,
Soul Sonic Force,
Babytalk,
Bauhaus,
The Five Americans,
T.S.O.L.,
The Blackbyrds,
Ohio Players,
Nirvana,
Matthew Bourne,
Vladislav Delay,
Connie Case,
Fad Gadget,
Nico,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eddi Front,
Pole,
The Busters,
Liliput,
Alphaville,
Donald Byrd,
The Wake,
Black Sheep,
Sarah Menescal,
Rites of Spring,
Electric Prunes,
Warren Ellis,
Fela Kuti,
Young Marble Giants,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter & Gordon,
Fat Boys,
Little Man,
The Knickerbockers,
The Misunderstood,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Star Department,
Blossom Toes,
The Techniques,
Glambeats Corp.,
Avey Tare,
LL Cool J,
Soulsonic Force,
Arcadia,
Shoche,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lebanon Hanover,
Country Teasers,
Buzzcocks,
Make Up,
The Human League,
The Martian,
Tomorrow,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.