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 Korea North and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fad Gadget to the techno 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Sugar Minott,
Jandek,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Chris & Cosey,
Rakim,
China Crisis,
Minnie Riperton,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fear,
EPMD,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Kinks,
The American Breed,
Outsiders,
Mary Jane Girls,
Basic Channel,
DJ Sneak,
Morten Harket,
Hot Snakes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Y Pants,
CMW,
Sister Nancy,
Nas,
The Move,
Severed Heads,
Soft Cell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lucky Dragons,
Glenn Branca,
Jacques Brel,
The Angels of Light,
Ohio Players,
Marvin Gaye,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Boogie Down Productions,
ABC,
the Germs,
Spandau Ballet,
Urselle,
Joey Negro,
Graham Central Station,
Bang On A Can,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Flipper,
Monolake,
Reagan Youth,
Stereo Dub,
Chris Corsano,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Michelle Simonal,
Gichy Dan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Janne Schatter,
a-ha,
Joyce Sims,
Curtis Mayfield,
Q65,
kango's stein massive,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.