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 the UAE and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord 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 Nation of Ulysses to the disco 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Depeche Mode,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Buckinghams,
Bronski Beat,
MDC,
Arcadia,
Hardrive,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Slackers,
Country Teasers,
The Tremeloes,
X-Ray Spex,
Jerry's Kids,
cv313,
Television,
the Soft Cell,
Fat Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Popol Vuh,
John Foxx,
Soft Cell,
Shoche,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Babytalk,
Bob Dylan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Mummies,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eric Dolphy,
Connie Case,
Royal Trux,
The Electric Prunes,
Flipper,
Clear Light,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
PIL,
Danielle Patucci,
Rites of Spring,
Charles Mingus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dennis Brown,
Throbbing Gristle,
Negative Approach,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeff Mills,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Malaria!,
Cameo,
Juan Atkins,
Lower 48,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Khruangbin,
Underground Resistance,
Marine Girls,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.