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 Chad and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 Eli Mardock to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Visage,
Terry Callier,
Model 500,
Dorothy Ashby,
Audionom,
Scratch Acid,
New Age Steppers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Newcleus,
Moebius,
Lightning Bolt,
The Five Americans,
Susan Cadogan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nico,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Byrd,
Pulsallama,
Steve Hackett,
Icehouse,
Gang of Four,
Soul II Soul,
Jimmy McGriff,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Make Up,
kango's stein massive,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marvin Gaye,
Soulsonic Force,
The Techniques,
Chris & Cosey,
Wally Richardson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ken Boothe,
Flash Fearless,
Johnny Osbourne,
Royal Trux,
Lindisfarne,
Colin Newman,
DJ Style,
Ultimate Spinach,
D'Angelo,
Minor Threat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Japan,
Minny Pops,
The Fortunes,
Bang On A Can,
Bob Dylan,
The Gap Band,
Sällskapet,
Mark Hollis,
Stetsasonic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Radio Birdman,
Dennis Brown,
Harry Pussy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fugazi,
Q65,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.