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 Egypt and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
New Order,
Todd Rundgren,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Flag,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rod Modell,
The Names,
H. Thieme,
the Swans,
Index,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joe Smooth,
Country Teasers,
Angry Samoans,
Lucky Dragons,
The Kinks,
Symarip,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Sherman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultra Naté,
Radio Birdman,
Kas Product,
Iggy Pop,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Detroit Cobras,
Schoolly D,
Hasil Adkins,
Metal Thangz,
The Human League,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Dead C,
Ice-T,
Drexciya,
Johnny Clarke,
Jacques Brel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Depeche Mode,
Babytalk,
Charles Mingus,
Heaven 17,
Hardrive,
Minny Pops,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
La Düsseldorf,
JFA,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minnie Riperton,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Busters,
The Monochrome Set,
Crash Course in Science,
Henry Cow,
Agitation Free,
Monks,
Nick Fraelich,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.