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 Estonia and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Buckinghams 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Con Funk Shun,
Joyce Sims,
Ultra Naté,
The Slackers,
Babytalk,
Funky Four + One,
The Searchers,
The Pretty Things,
Popol Vuh,
Siglo XX,
Fad Gadget,
The Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lightning Bolt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Shuggie Otis,
The Move,
The Slits,
Bobby Womack,
Fear,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Anakelly,
The Moody Blues,
The Dead C,
Godley & Creme,
Zapp,
Leonard Cohen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Saccharine Trust,
Second Layer,
Jeff Mills,
Aaron Thompson,
Eve St. Jones,
Yazoo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mad Mike,
Ronan,
Bob Dylan,
T. Rex,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
ABBA,
Radio Birdman,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Max Romeo,
ABC,
D'Angelo,
Aloha Tigers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The American Breed,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fatback Band,
a-ha,
Audionom,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Birthday Party,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bush Tetras,
Soulsonic Force,
Archie Shepp,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.