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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
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 snare 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 Prince Buster to the rap 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Joey Negro,
The Associates,
New Order,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Happenings,
Lou Reed,
Scrapy,
The Cure,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lyres,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Human League,
Janne Schatter,
Fela Kuti,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gladiators,
Scratch Acid,
Quando Quango,
The Leaves,
Fat Boys,
Howard Jones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Red Krayola,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Icehouse,
The Neon Judgement,
48th St. Collective,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lower 48,
Marvin Gaye,
The Move,
the Bar-Kays,
Kerri Chandler,
Brothers Johnson,
Hoover,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bill Near,
Yaz,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fad Gadget,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jesper Dahlback,
Monolake,
Underground Resistance,
Soft Machine,
Yellowson,
Jeff Lynne,
Warsaw,
The Walker Brothers,
Gong,
Gastr Del Sol,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jerry's Kids,
Urselle,
The Count Five,
Gang Green,
Moss Icon,
Magma,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.