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 Kosovo and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
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 synthesizer 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 Chrome to the grime 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Howard Jones,
48th St. Collective,
The Cure,
Youth Brigade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Harmonia,
Warren Ellis,
Pierre Henry,
Subhumans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rapeman,
Sonic Youth,
Von Mondo,
Andrew Hill,
The Knickerbockers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Banda Bassotti,
The Evens,
John Foxx,
Hashim,
Wire,
Country Teasers,
The Birthday Party,
Aaron Thompson,
Moebius,
New Order,
Erykah Badu,
David Axelrod,
The Fortunes,
Harry Pussy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ronnie Foster,
Rites of Spring,
The Monks,
Mantronix,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dual Sessions,
Terrestrial Tones,
Main Source,
Vladislav Delay,
Newcleus,
Mandrill,
Fugazi,
The Human League,
Second Layer,
The Gladiators,
Aural Exciters,
The Happenings,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Funkadelic,
the Association,
Tom Boy,
The Sound,
Connie Case,
Supertramp,
Electric Prunes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jacques Brel,
Lalo Schifrin,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.