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 United States and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Divine Comedy 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Angels of Light,
Sound Behaviour,
Magazine,
Fad Gadget,
Bang On A Can,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Heaven 17,
Fear,
Neil Young,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Main Source,
Rotary Connection,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stetsasonic,
Amon Düül II,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barrington Levy,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed,
The Dirtbombs,
Junior Murvin,
Kurtis Blow,
Dave Gahan,
Joe Smooth,
Newcleus,
Sarah Menescal,
Cymande,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Interpol,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wally Richardson,
Intrusion,
Barbara Tucker,
Joy Division,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Arab on Radar,
Rapeman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Skaos,
Nas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scan 7,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Shoche,
Ice-T,
Byron Stingily,
Fugazi,
Ronan,
Gichy Dan,
DNA,
Juan Atkins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Henry Cow,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nirvana,
The Red Krayola,
LL Cool J,
Make Up,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jacob Miller,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.