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 Iran and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Litter to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Todd Rundgren,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Das Ding,
Jeff Mills,
Heaven 17,
Reagan Youth,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Raincoats,
Agent Orange,
Rakim,
Crime,
Scan 7,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Associates,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Interpol,
Yusef Lateef,
Kerri Chandler,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric Copeland,
Au Pairs,
Q65,
Gang Starr,
One Last Wish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barrington Levy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Colin Newman,
The Remains,
Judy Mowatt,
Mo-Dettes,
The Mummies,
Sun Ra,
kango's stein massive,
Y Pants,
Saccharine Trust,
Tommy Roe,
The Moleskins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Star Department,
Kayak,
Ultra Naté,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soulsonic Force,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lyres,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sister Nancy,
Rites of Spring,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Glenn Branca,
Big Daddy Kane,
Graham Central Station,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.