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 Bulgaria and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Walker Brothers to the techno 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
The Sound,
The Move,
The Misunderstood,
Brick,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hot Snakes,
The Evens,
Michelle Simonal,
The Associates,
Section 25,
Kaleidoscope,
Henry Cow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scientists,
Inner City,
The Grass Roots,
Slave,
Von Mondo,
John Lydon,
The Golliwogs,
Camberwell Now,
The Music Machine,
Lightning Bolt,
Donald Byrd,
Eurythmics,
Steve Hackett,
Smog,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tubeway Army,
Organ,
Jacques Brel,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Smoke,
The Velvet Underground,
DJ Style,
Gil Scott Heron,
Half Japanese,
The Angels of Light,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Newcleus,
Black Moon,
Amon Düül II,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rites of Spring,
Depeche Mode,
David McCallum,
Isaac Hayes,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Sherman,
Parry Music,
X-101,
New York Dolls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jawbox,
Gang Starr,
The Pop Group,
Yaz,
The Tremeloes,
Scrapy,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.