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 Lebanon and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Lou Reed 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 Harmonia to the grime 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Stiv Bators,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Zeros,
Schoolly D,
Matthew Bourne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Con Funk Shun,
Model 500,
Michelle Simonal,
Moebius,
Q65,
The Electric Prunes,
Blake Baxter,
Scratch Acid,
The Last Poets,
The Young Rascals,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Sherman,
K-Klass,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sound Behaviour,
Mo-Dettes,
Ossler,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Danielle Patucci,
F. McDonald,
Sparks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Sonics,
Marine Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fad Gadget,
Minnie Riperton,
The Five Americans,
Soul Sonic Force,
L. Decosne,
Peter and Kerry,
Heaven 17,
Morten Harket,
Sex Pistols,
Cymande,
PIL,
The Martian,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Ponytail,
Bang On A Can,
Talk Talk,
Yellowson,
Kaleidoscope,
Pulsallama,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Qualms,
David Bowie,
Blancmange,
Fatback Band,
Crash Course in Science,
U.S. Maple,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.