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 Samoa and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 Unrelated Segments to the rock 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Trumans Water,
Gil Scott Heron,
Infiniti,
Howard Jones,
Jesper Dahlback,
Slick Rick,
Boz Scaggs,
Joe Finger,
Lungfish,
Throbbing Gristle,
EPMD,
The Modern Lovers,
The Names,
Cecil Taylor,
Rufus Thomas,
James White and The Blacks,
Oblivians,
ABC,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Grass Roots,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Swell Maps,
China Crisis,
Jerry's Kids,
Eden Ahbez,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Christie,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Blackbyrds,
Oneida,
Interpol,
Robert Hood,
Dave Gahan,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Divine Comedy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DNA,
Joey Negro,
Lyres,
Stetsasonic,
Lucky Dragons,
Radio Birdman,
Negative Approach,
Albert Ayler,
Fatback Band,
Moby Grape,
Easy Going,
The Mojo Men,
The Last Poets,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Lydon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fela Kuti,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
X-102,
The Vogues,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Buckinghams,
K-Klass,
The Monks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harry Pussy,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.