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 Iceland and from London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 Cluster to the techno 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pole,
Angry Samoans,
The Smiths,
Loose Ends,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
X-102,
Can,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tomorrow,
The Blackbyrds,
U.S. Maple,
John Holt,
Lalann,
The Blues Magoos,
Aaron Thompson,
Moss Icon,
The Angels of Light,
Model 500,
Erykah Badu,
Grauzone,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tears for Fears,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brand Nubian,
ABC,
Harmonia,
The Real Kids,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pere Ubu,
Khruangbin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cymande,
cv313,
Marmalade,
JFA,
Basic Channel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marc Almond,
Scion,
Glenn Branca,
Steve Hackett,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
KRS-One,
The Litter,
Howard Jones,
Arcadia,
The Black Dice,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
MDC,
Fat Boys,
Popol Vuh,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
X-Ray Spex,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Accadde A,
The Happenings,
Roxy Music,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.