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 Niger and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator 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 Big Daddy Kane to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Skriet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Residents,
The Angels of Light,
PIL,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mad Mike,
Crash Course in Science,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Leaves,
Mandrill,
Donny Hathaway,
UT,
The Blackbyrds,
Howard Jones,
Eddi Front,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nirvana,
Outsiders,
Marshall Jefferson,
Arcadia,
The Divine Comedy,
Eurythmics,
10cc,
The Dirtbombs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sixth Finger,
Neu!,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sparks,
The Toasters,
Malaria!,
Trumans Water,
The Durutti Column,
Aaron Thompson,
World's Most,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Quadrant,
Terry Callier,
Patti Smith,
Tomorrow,
Bush Tetras,
Mo-Dettes,
Man Parrish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
Alton Ellis,
Piero Umiliani,
The Real Kids,
The Cure,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nils Olav,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.