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 Samoa and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe 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 Scratch Acid to the electroclash 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
World's Most,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gap Band,
The Smoke,
Alphaville,
The Young Rascals,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Circle Jerks,
the Normal,
Second Layer,
Ronnie Foster,
Depeche Mode,
Blancmange,
Lou Reed,
Marc Almond,
Tropical Tobacco,
cv313,
The Dirtbombs,
DNA,
Traffic Nightmare,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alton Ellis,
Supertramp,
One Last Wish,
Stetsasonic,
Ohio Players,
Dawn Penn,
The Raincoats,
Sex Pistols,
The J.B.'s,
Siglo XX,
Section 25,
Lou Christie,
8 Eyed Spy,
Vladislav Delay,
June of 44,
Flash Fearless,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joensuu 1685,
Deakin,
Lyres,
AZ,
David McCallum,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scan 7,
Todd Rundgren,
Andrew Hill,
The Trojans,
La Düsseldorf,
Minor Threat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Schoolly D,
Yazoo,
Camberwell Now,
Cluster,
Gabor Szabo,
Vainqueur,
FM Einheit,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.