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 Singapore and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Blossom Toes to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Electric Prunes,
MC5,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Derrick May,
Graham Central Station,
Urselle,
The Last Poets,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Quando Quango,
Babytalk,
Wings,
The Alarm Clocks,
Echospace,
Visage,
Skarface,
Archie Shepp,
Cameo,
The Barracudas,
The Stooges,
Lightning Bolt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gabor Szabo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Golliwogs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tubeway Army,
Rekid,
F. McDonald,
Patti Smith,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Offenders,
Cecil Taylor,
Marine Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yellowson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Juan Atkins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minnie Riperton,
Pole,
Swell Maps,
Ten City,
Pet Shop Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sister Nancy,
Neu!,
Intrusion,
Scratch Acid,
Steve Hackett,
Bauhaus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Maleditus Sound,
In Retrospect,
The Tremeloes,
Neil Young,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.