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 Sweden and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Gang Starr,
Monks,
Newcleus,
The Velvet Underground,
ABBA,
Kerri Chandler,
Gichy Dan,
New Order,
The Moleskins,
Nick Fraelich,
Morten Harket,
The Red Krayola,
Lucky Dragons,
Frankie Knuckles,
Erykah Badu,
Lalann,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yellowson,
Davy DMX,
Marc Almond,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Metal Thangz,
The Happenings,
Danielle Patucci,
Patti Smith,
Neu!,
The Black Dice,
Radiohead,
David McCallum,
The Buckinghams,
Aloha Tigers,
June of 44,
X-Ray Spex,
David Axelrod,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Thompson Twins,
The Tremeloes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Curtis Mayfield,
Shuggie Otis,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Reed,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Grass Roots,
The Wake,
The Last Poets,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sound Behaviour,
Aural Exciters,
Henry Cow,
Los Fastidios,
The Young Rascals,
Jerry's Kids,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eve St. Jones,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.