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 Iceland and from Manila.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef 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 disco 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 a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Young Marble Giants,
The Techniques,
Glenn Branca,
Crime,
Mary Jane Girls,
Desert Stars,
Gichy Dan,
Alice Coltrane,
Nas,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang Starr,
Kayak,
Aaron Thompson,
Ten City,
Quantec,
Sällskapet,
The Beau Brummels,
Bill Near,
Brass Construction,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Man Parrish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fela Kuti,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Silicon Teens,
Leonard Cohen,
Accadde A,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Faust,
Pussy Galore,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric Copeland,
Eddi Front,
The Misunderstood,
Rotary Connection,
Tubeway Army,
Goldenarms,
Freddie Wadling,
Cal Tjader,
Quando Quango,
Harry Pussy,
Guru Guru,
Laurel Aitken,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Underground Resistance,
The Trojans,
The Gun Club,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Drexciya,
Dave Gahan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Victims,
Junior Murvin,
Minor Threat,
X-102,
The Vogues,
Arthur Verocai,
Lower 48,
Susan Cadogan,
KRS-One,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.