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 Angola and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Leaves to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Eurythmics,
Skarface,
Maurizio,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fugazi,
Public Enemy,
Jacques Brel,
Boz Scaggs,
Judy Mowatt,
The Electric Prunes,
Angry Samoans,
cv313,
The Young Rascals,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wire,
Visage,
Stereo Dub,
Desert Stars,
Harmonia,
DJ Sneak,
Gichy Dan,
The Dirtbombs,
Byron Stingily,
Nas,
The Sound,
Bluetip,
Tomorrow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
LL Cool J,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Buckinghams,
Panda Bear,
Accadde A,
Cymande,
Circle Jerks,
Iggy Pop,
Shuggie Otis,
Fela Kuti,
X-Ray Spex,
Flipper,
Sällskapet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pulsallama,
D'Angelo,
Easy Going,
Shoche,
Zero Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Pop Group,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Derrick Morgan,
Deadbeat,
Bad Manners,
Little Man,
Todd Rundgren,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Be Bop Deluxe,
New Age Steppers,
Dual Sessions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Banda Bassotti,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.