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 Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
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 oboe 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 Sexual Harrassment to the rap 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Leonard Cohen,
Newcleus,
Monolake,
Zero Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yellowson,
Nik Kershaw,
Rotary Connection,
Soft Machine,
Unwound,
Eurythmics,
Y Pants,
Ronnie Foster,
The Litter,
Curtis Mayfield,
La Düsseldorf,
Bob Dylan,
Terry Callier,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minor Threat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Barracudas,
Carl Craig,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Soft Cell,
Sarah Menescal,
Arab on Radar,
The Neon Judgement,
Mr. Review,
Easy Going,
Pantaleimon,
The Velvet Underground,
Zapp,
Eden Ahbez,
MC5,
The Names,
Colin Newman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cecil Taylor,
The Knickerbockers,
JFA,
Desert Stars,
The Happenings,
Warsaw,
Visage,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Buckinghams,
Bootsy Collins,
Popol Vuh,
The Monochrome Set,
Dave Gahan,
Quando Quango,
Urselle,
David Bowie,
Robert Hood,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Holt,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.