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 Belize and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Standells to the rock 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Busters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fall,
X-101,
Brick,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Erasure,
The Beau Brummels,
Donny Hathaway,
The Star Department,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
JFA,
Flash Fearless,
Lindisfarne,
Half Japanese,
Quantec,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Make Up,
Excepter,
The Young Rascals,
Man Eating Sloth,
Erykah Badu,
The Blackbyrds,
The Misunderstood,
Joe Finger,
Chris Corsano,
Eric Copeland,
U.S. Maple,
Negative Approach,
Idris Muhammad,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minnie Riperton,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Boogie Down Productions,
Das Ding,
Visage,
Nick Fraelich,
Vainqueur,
Gregory Isaacs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hot Snakes,
DJ Sneak,
The Names,
Soft Cell,
Motorama,
The Mojo Men,
The Last Poets,
Electric Prunes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ken Boothe,
June Days,
Massinfluence,
Roxette,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ornette Coleman,
Niagra,
Nico,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Loose Ends,
Sixth Finger,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.