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 Vietnam and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sparks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Rosa Yemen,
Blancmange,
Jacob Miller,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Names,
The Last Poets,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
John Holt,
The Real Kids,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeff Mills,
Slick Rick,
Bronski Beat,
The Raincoats,
Sex Pistols,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Buzzcocks,
Popol Vuh,
Max Romeo,
The Happenings,
Gabor Szabo,
The Martian,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Durutti Column,
Ohio Players,
F. McDonald,
Accadde A,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sister Nancy,
Alton Ellis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alphaville,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Offenders,
Erykah Badu,
Dave Gahan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joy Division,
Bizarre Inc.,
U.S. Maple,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rites of Spring,
Subhumans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minny Pops,
The Evens,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sight & Sound,
CMW,
The Pretty Things,
Fatback Band,
Rakim,
R.M.O.,
The Electric Prunes,
cv313,
Cybotron,
Los Fastidios,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.