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 India and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 The Doobie Brothers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Dead Boys,
Heaven 17,
Black Sheep,
Boz Scaggs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Letta Mbulu,
Jacob Miller,
Jeru the Damaja,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Neil Young,
Girls At Our Best!,
June Days,
Gang of Four,
Malaria!,
Average White Band,
Supertramp,
Tropical Tobacco,
Metal Thangz,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lyres,
Q65,
Rites of Spring,
Brand Nubian,
Alton Ellis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Offenders,
Intrusion,
Dorothy Ashby,
Goldenarms,
Severed Heads,
Bill Wells,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Misunderstood,
These Immortal Souls,
Ponytail,
Harmonia,
Mark Hollis,
The Fire Engines,
The Names,
Sandy B,
The Sonics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeff Lynne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kas Product,
Talk Talk,
Sällskapet,
The Dead C,
Juan Atkins,
Hardrive,
Laurel Aitken,
Newcleus,
New York Dolls,
Electric Prunes,
Von Mondo,
Bad Manners,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.