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 Swaziland and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Howard Jones to the dance 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Knickerbockers,
The Barracudas,
Fad Gadget,
Lucky Dragons,
Eric Copeland,
Japan,
The Blues Magoos,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tubeway Army,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Altered Images,
Qualms,
OOIOO,
The Real Kids,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Young Marble Giants,
Quando Quango,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cowsills,
June Days,
Yazoo,
X-101,
Soft Machine,
Bob Dylan,
Masters at Work,
The Martian,
Aaron Thompson,
Silicon Teens,
Colin Newman,
Gichy Dan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nico,
Babytalk,
The Dirtbombs,
Kaleidoscope,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rites of Spring,
Ice-T,
Bauhaus,
Vainqueur,
Robert Wyatt,
Average White Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alphaville,
Saccharine Trust,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Womack,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David McCallum,
The Litter,
Crime,
John Holt,
Flash Fearless,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dave Gahan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.