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 Sri Lanka and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin 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 The Dirtbombs to the rap 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric B and Rakim,
Howard Jones,
Audionom,
cv313,
The New Christs,
Cymande,
Con Funk Shun,
Rakim,
Tears for Fears,
Piero Umiliani,
Reagan Youth,
John Cale,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Slave,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
These Immortal Souls,
Kurtis Blow,
Gong,
The Skatalites,
John Coltrane,
Black Flag,
The Neon Judgement,
Cybotron,
Anthony Braxton,
The Happenings,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Subhumans,
Metal Thangz,
Lyres,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Patti Smith,
Suicide,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Human League,
Second Layer,
Danielle Patucci,
Organ,
Ornette Coleman,
Barry Ungar,
Drexciya,
Tommy Roe,
Whodini,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Man Parrish,
F. McDonald,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Toni Rubio,
Hasil Adkins,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Bananas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deakin,
Tom Boy,
The Durutti Column,
Flipper,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soul II Soul,
Franke,
Eurythmics,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.