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 Colombia and from Manila.
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 Halifax and Delhi.
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 oboe 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 Tubeway Army to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Warsaw,
The Martian,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Schoolly D,
Funky Four + One,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tom Boy,
Parry Music,
Junior Murvin,
Q and Not U,
The Fugs,
Qualms,
Radio Birdman,
The Names,
The American Breed,
Juan Atkins,
Fat Boys,
Slick Rick,
the Germs,
Crime,
Lou Reed,
Kerri Chandler,
New Age Steppers,
DJ Sneak,
The Angels of Light,
Magma,
The Index,
Marcia Griffiths,
Drexciya,
Johnny Osbourne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cheater Slicks,
The Busters,
Archie Shepp,
Masters at Work,
Desert Stars,
Arab on Radar,
AZ,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crash Course in Science,
Pharoah Sanders,
Janne Schatter,
Roger Hodgson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
A Certain Ratio,
Blake Baxter,
Lungfish,
the Human League,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Sheep,
Rakim,
Moby Grape,
Mandrill,
Morten Harket,
The Slackers,
Symarip,
Youth Brigade,
Saccharine Trust,
48th St. Collective,
ABBA,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.