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 Estonia and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 John Coltrane to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
New York Dolls,
Ten City,
Reuben Wilson,
The Standells,
the Human League,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pagans,
Metal Thangz,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fortunes,
Letta Mbulu,
Swell Maps,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Buckinghams,
Jacques Brel,
Lungfish,
Cluster,
Michelle Simonal,
Scientists,
Scrapy,
The Associates,
Pierre Henry,
Outsiders,
Todd Terry,
Marmalade,
Nils Olav,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Bananas,
the Soft Cell,
Newcleus,
Cameo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Unrelated Segments,
A Certain Ratio,
Hoover,
Lyres,
Janne Schatter,
Man Parrish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
In Retrospect,
Delon & Dalcan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Young Marble Giants,
Cybotron,
Visage,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Coltrane,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wasted Youth,
David Axelrod,
Brothers Johnson,
Fear,
Essential Logic,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.