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 Laos and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Cramps to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
UT,
Lalo Schifrin,
Vainqueur,
Harry Pussy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eric Copeland,
Alison Limerick,
Don Cherry,
DJ Sneak,
Hardrive,
Hoover,
Soft Cell,
Livin' Joy,
Howard Jones,
The J.B.'s,
Davy DMX,
Jacob Miller,
The New Christs,
The Slackers,
Lakeside,
Eurythmics,
the Sonics,
Motorama,
This Heat,
Warren Ellis,
Organ,
Anthony Braxton,
The Offenders,
The Smiths,
Jerry's Kids,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cymande,
Grauzone,
Masters at Work,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Electric Prunes,
Franke,
Intrusion,
The Dead C,
MDC,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Banda Bassotti,
Dave Gahan,
Swell Maps,
Panda Bear,
Roger Hodgson,
Fela Kuti,
The Last Poets,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang Gang Dance,
B.T. Express,
Ronan,
Gang of Four,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
EPMD,
Tropical Tobacco,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gerry Rafferty,
Trumans Water,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.