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 Poland and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Nation of Ulysses,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Franke,
Toni Rubio,
Peter and Kerry,
Lalann,
Amon Düül II,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
These Immortal Souls,
Silicon Teens,
The Techniques,
Siglo XX,
Sparks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
U.S. Maple,
Pere Ubu,
June Days,
Charles Mingus,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Index,
Chrome,
A Certain Ratio,
Altered Images,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fear,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultravox,
Sun City Girls,
Grauzone,
Dead Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
Brand Nubian,
Warren Ellis,
Tubeway Army,
Donald Byrd,
PIL,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Vogues,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rakim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Buzzcocks,
Neil Young,
Average White Band,
Wolf Eyes,
The Remains,
The Modern Lovers,
The Misunderstood,
Sixth Finger,
JFA,
Bill Wells,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fugs,
Thompson Twins,
Yusef Lateef,
Jerry's Kids,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.