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 Korea North and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dave Gahan 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Tubeway Army,
Shuggie Otis,
Zapp,
The Knickerbockers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Organ,
Banda Bassotti,
Wolf Eyes,
Tomorrow,
Connie Case,
Essential Logic,
Wally Richardson,
Hot Snakes,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Human League,
Steve Hackett,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New Age Steppers,
Half Japanese,
Patti Smith,
Sällskapet,
Sex Pistols,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Reed,
Au Pairs,
Darondo,
Porter Ricks,
LL Cool J,
Tropical Tobacco,
Monks,
Swell Maps,
Fat Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
June of 44,
Sixth Finger,
Jerry's Kids,
Sister Nancy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Terry Callier,
Agent Orange,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Whodini,
Arcadia,
The Divine Comedy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Loose Ends,
Ituana,
Scion,
Public Enemy,
The Golliwogs,
Aural Exciters,
Kayak,
Popol Vuh,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Radio Birdman,
Silicon Teens,
Goldenarms,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.