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 Sweden and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
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 snare 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 Lucky Dragons to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
The Motions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brick,
T.S.O.L.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wally Richardson,
Black Sheep,
Icehouse,
Make Up,
Mark Hollis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
World's Most,
Maurizio,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed,
Vladislav Delay,
David Axelrod,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Black Dice,
Soft Cell,
The Wake,
Isaac Hayes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Inner City,
Dead Boys,
Erasure,
The Associates,
Gang Green,
One Last Wish,
Swell Maps,
Brass Construction,
Slick Rick,
Derrick May,
K-Klass,
Terry Callier,
Silicon Teens,
Quadrant,
Jerry's Kids,
Amon Düül,
Hashim,
8 Eyed Spy,
Laurel Aitken,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Massinfluence,
Gichy Dan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
OOIOO,
The Mojo Men,
Tom Boy,
Moebius,
Joensuu 1685,
Marc Almond,
Siglo XX,
Vainqueur,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aswad,
The Flesh Eaters,
Warsaw,
Section 25,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.