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 Syria and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Metal Thangz to the crunk 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Zapp,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Womack,
Kaleidoscope,
This Heat,
Don Cherry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scion,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rhythm & Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rotary Connection,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Shoche,
Gong,
Deepchord,
Average White Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bronski Beat,
Howard Jones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Second Layer,
Scrapy,
Scientists,
Bobby Sherman,
Erasure,
Con Funk Shun,
Sex Pistols,
World's Most,
The Zeros,
Bootsy Collins,
Roger Hodgson,
Suburban Knight,
Au Pairs,
Neu!,
Drexciya,
Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Smiths,
Wire,
Chrome,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dave Gahan,
Judy Mowatt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Motions,
Soul II Soul,
Sister Nancy,
Ituana,
Michelle Simonal,
ABC,
Kayak,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.