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 Somalia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 8 Eyed Spy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Robert Hood,
Aloha Tigers,
Los Fastidios,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ken Boothe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cheater Slicks,
Hot Snakes,
Toni Rubio,
The J.B.'s,
The Electric Prunes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Faust,
Barclay James Harvest,
Surgeon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Junior Murvin,
Ponytail,
Inner City,
Eurythmics,
Roxy Music,
The Selecter,
Reuben Wilson,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fugs,
Cal Tjader,
Von Mondo,
Roy Ayers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
UT,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lower 48,
Sexual Harrassment,
Masters at Work,
Blossom Toes,
Black Moon,
One Last Wish,
Wire,
The Cure,
The Raincoats,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pulsallama,
Mo-Dettes,
Brass Construction,
Agent Orange,
Colin Newman,
Cecil Taylor,
Technova,
Flipper,
The Last Poets,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Radiohead,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marc Almond,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Five Americans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.