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 Angola and from Lille.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Mo-Dettes to the dance 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sam Rivers,
The Gun Club,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
JFA,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wally Richardson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cure,
Maleditus Sound,
Janne Schatter,
The Victims,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stiv Bators,
China Crisis,
Simply Red,
Brass Construction,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Soft Cell,
Tom Boy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Silicon Teens,
The J.B.'s,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Whodini,
Fad Gadget,
Tears for Fears,
Josef K,
the Sonics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pole,
Youth Brigade,
Bob Dylan,
Oblivians,
Organ,
Alphaville,
Hasil Adkins,
Donald Byrd,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alton Ellis,
Massinfluence,
Dead Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Loose Ends,
MC5,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kurtis Blow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DJ Sneak,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chris & Cosey,
Joe Smooth,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Vogues,
Camberwell Now,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
KRS-One,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.