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 Bahamas and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin 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 Sonics to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Kaleidoscope,
Tears for Fears,
Scion,
Mark Hollis,
The Buckinghams,
Boz Scaggs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
PIL,
Kurtis Blow,
Dave Gahan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Adolescents,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wolf Eyes,
Man Parrish,
Sun Ra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Metal Thangz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Pus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Matthew Bourne,
Juan Atkins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Saccharine Trust,
R.M.O.,
Alison Limerick,
Clear Light,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Womack,
Talk Talk,
Yusef Lateef,
Letta Mbulu,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang Green,
Thompson Twins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New Age Steppers,
Severed Heads,
Monolake,
The Mojo Men,
The Wake,
Fifty Foot Hose,
T. Rex,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Reagan Youth,
Urselle,
Y Pants,
Mad Mike,
Public Enemy,
Eli Mardock,
The Gories,
The United States of America,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric Copeland,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
E-Dancer,
Underground Resistance,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.