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 Costa Rica and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 Quadrant to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Moss Icon,
Quadrant,
Prince Buster,
Bob Dylan,
The Fugs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crash Course in Science,
Magazine,
Jacob Miller,
UT,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pussy Galore,
John Coltrane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Agitation Free,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Carl Craig,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neil Young,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Standells,
Buzzcocks,
Unrelated Segments,
The Selecter,
Accadde A,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Television,
Fad Gadget,
Cybotron,
Anakelly,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pantytec,
China Crisis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Chris & Cosey,
Altered Images,
FM Einheit,
Joyce Sims,
Pulsallama,
Scott Walker,
X-102,
Soft Cell,
Black Pus,
Ultravox,
F. McDonald,
Skriet,
Adolescents,
Banda Bassotti,
Henry Cow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Essential Logic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mars,
DJ Style,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Stooges,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Mummies,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.