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 Botswana and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
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 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 Boogie Down Productions to the grunge 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
The Real Kids,
The Techniques,
The Count Five,
Black Moon,
Subhumans,
Dave Gahan,
Blake Baxter,
Duran Duran,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tim Buckley,
Pylon,
The Blues Magoos,
Cameo,
Jeff Mills,
Pole,
The Red Krayola,
The Gories,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wasted Youth,
Magazine,
PIL,
Clear Light,
Roxy Music,
Sarah Menescal,
Severed Heads,
Amazonics,
Guru Guru,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sugar Minott,
Crash Course in Science,
Aloha Tigers,
X-101,
Heaven 17,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gap Band,
Steve Hackett,
Morten Harket,
The Doors,
Deadbeat,
Lou Christie,
Black Flag,
CMW,
The American Breed,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Danielle Patucci,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crime,
The Sonics,
Dual Sessions,
R.M.O.,
48th St. Collective,
The Monochrome Set,
Warsaw,
Inner City,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pierre Henry,
The Motions,
Amon Düül,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.