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 Guinea-Bissau and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 Modern Lovers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stockholm Monsters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eddi Front,
Visage,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Human League,
Mad Mike,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tom Boy,
Michelle Simonal,
Eurythmics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Human League,
Radio Birdman,
Freddie Wadling,
F. McDonald,
The Pretty Things,
Cheater Slicks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kurtis Blow,
Wings,
Morten Harket,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Maurizio,
Popol Vuh,
New Order,
Marvin Gaye,
Idris Muhammad,
Lalann,
Grey Daturas,
Make Up,
The Raincoats,
The Remains,
Lalo Schifrin,
Moebius,
Goldenarms,
Thompson Twins,
Intrusion,
Arcadia,
Gregory Isaacs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Unrelated Segments,
Deadbeat,
Dual Sessions,
Terry Callier,
MDC,
Heaven 17,
Minor Threat,
Simply Red,
Ponytail,
Eden Ahbez,
Soul Sonic Force,
Groovy Waters,
Rapeman,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Byrd,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dorothy Ashby,
LL Cool J,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barrington Levy,
Animal Collective,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.