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 Namibia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Holger Czukay 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 Scion to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Rosa Yemen,
Faust,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jeff Mills,
The Evens,
The Gap Band,
Skaos,
Laurel Aitken,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Public Image Ltd.,
Slick Rick,
Theoretical Girls,
Man Parrish,
Oneida,
Lalann,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sight & Sound,
Marc Almond,
Country Teasers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Young Marble Giants,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Moleskins,
Erykah Badu,
Symarip,
Marshall Jefferson,
Amon Düül II,
Half Japanese,
Cluster,
Thee Headcoats,
Nas,
Henry Cow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Soft Cell,
Ultravox,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Blake Baxter,
The Golliwogs,
Cybotron,
Sixth Finger,
Schoolly D,
X-102,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Absolute Body Control,
The Misunderstood,
Brick,
Eric Copeland,
Section 25,
Scientists,
Dead Boys,
Warsaw,
K-Klass,
Visage,
Technova,
Mantronix,
The Martian,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.