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 Spain and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sex Pistols to the funk 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti 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?
Depeche Mode,
The Fuzztones,
Soft Cell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Skriet,
Kas Product,
Von Mondo,
Blossom Toes,
Q65,
Mars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lalann,
Yusef Lateef,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jeff Mills,
The Blues Magoos,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pussy Galore,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
T.S.O.L.,
The Techniques,
Matthew Bourne,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Sherman,
Visage,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Intrusion,
Easy Going,
Steve Hackett,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Vogues,
Mr. Review,
Urselle,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Reagan Youth,
Bang On A Can,
ABBA,
Jeff Lynne,
Icehouse,
Darondo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Das Ding,
Ultimate Spinach,
Michelle Simonal,
Funky Four + One,
The Cure,
Lalo Schifrin,
Thompson Twins,
Nils Olav,
Black Sheep,
Ultravox,
Liliput,
Soulsonic Force,
Animal Collective,
Pantaleimon,
E-Dancer,
The Wake,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.