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 Ethiopia and from Hong Kong.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the funk 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
The Neon Judgement,
Davy DMX,
Minny Pops,
Visage,
James White and The Blacks,
Minutemen,
The Real Kids,
Flash Fearless,
Joe Smooth,
Brothers Johnson,
Mantronix,
This Heat,
Metal Thangz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gap Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Byron Stingily,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Niagra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Symarip,
Colin Newman,
Thee Headcoats,
The Walker Brothers,
Marmalade,
Sound Behaviour,
Ralphi Rosario,
Echospace,
Lakeside,
Livin' Joy,
One Last Wish,
The Flesh Eaters,
T. Rex,
Delon & Dalcan,
Buzzcocks,
Little Man,
Youth Brigade,
Ultravox,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ossler,
Trumans Water,
The Five Americans,
the Soft Cell,
Anakelly,
Skaos,
Los Fastidios,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aloha Tigers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Althea and Donna,
Bauhaus,
Quantec,
Skriet,
Das Ding,
Rapeman,
Lucky Dragons,
The Dave Clark Five,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.