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 Costa Rica and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Lou Reed 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 Motorama to the grime 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Aloha Tigers,
New Age Steppers,
The Red Krayola,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quadrant,
The Vogues,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fad Gadget,
UT,
The Fortunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Circle Jerks,
Bootsy Collins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eden Ahbez,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Young Rascals,
a-ha,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tom Boy,
CMW,
Television,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cameo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Guru Guru,
Todd Rundgren,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Moleskins,
Little Man,
Derrick May,
Quando Quango,
Icehouse,
Blossom Toes,
Metal Thangz,
The Standells,
John Cale,
Bobby Womack,
DJ Style,
Yusef Lateef,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ten City,
Isaac Hayes,
Fugazi,
Eric Dolphy,
Bauhaus,
Basic Channel,
Subhumans,
Blancmange,
Dual Sessions,
Television Personalities,
Tommy Roe,
Warsaw,
The Divine Comedy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Erasure,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.