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 Micronesia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
The J.B.'s,
Spandau Ballet,
Minutemen,
MDC,
The Sound,
Gang Green,
The Leaves,
Sam Rivers,
Negative Approach,
Excepter,
Pulsallama,
Royal Trux,
Sight & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
LL Cool J,
Cluster,
Minor Threat,
Connie Case,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roxy Music,
One Last Wish,
Fear,
Grandmaster Flash,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Juan Atkins,
Hasil Adkins,
Mantronix,
Davy DMX,
ABBA,
Crooked Eye,
The Divine Comedy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gladiators,
ABC,
UT,
Cheater Slicks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alice Coltrane,
Silicon Teens,
Johnny Clarke,
Wings,
Eve St. Jones,
Eddi Front,
10cc,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Television,
Bronski Beat,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fat Boys,
E-Dancer,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alison Limerick,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Smiths,
Stiv Bators,
Michelle Simonal,
New Age Steppers,
Oblivians,
the Soft Cell,
Lyres,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.