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 France and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soft Machine,
Quando Quango,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stetsasonic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Byrd,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ten City,
Deadbeat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brand Nubian,
F. McDonald,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Outsiders,
Kerri Chandler,
The American Breed,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Monochrome Set,
David McCallum,
The Sound,
The Stooges,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dennis Brown,
Pussy Galore,
Deepchord,
Sister Nancy,
Skaos,
Absolute Body Control,
Ronan,
The Human League,
MC5,
Monolake,
Underground Resistance,
Freddie Wadling,
Henry Cow,
Das Ding,
Delon & Dalcan,
LL Cool J,
The Dead C,
Moss Icon,
The Gun Club,
Clear Light,
Royal Trux,
the Germs,
Aloha Tigers,
Mandrill,
U.S. Maple,
Rapeman,
Colin Newman,
the Swans,
Josef K,
Johnny Clarke,
Pulsallama,
Morten Harket,
Flamin' Groovies,
Animal Collective,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Schoolly D,
Eve St. Jones,
Man Parrish,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.