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 Comoros and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Hashim to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Tubeway Army,
Smog,
Soul Sonic Force,
DJ Sneak,
Make Up,
Pharoah Sanders,
Peter and Kerry,
Pole,
Moss Icon,
Mandrill,
Sparks,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Slackers,
Zero Boys,
The Martian,
Chris & Cosey,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camberwell Now,
Funky Four + One,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
U.S. Maple,
Arab on Radar,
The Blackbyrds,
Shoche,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minnie Riperton,
The Litter,
The Golliwogs,
Model 500,
Pussy Galore,
Byron Stingily,
Derrick Morgan,
Rotary Connection,
Soulsonic Force,
Yusef Lateef,
Wire,
Scott Walker,
Adolescents,
The Motions,
Marc Almond,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Negative Approach,
Skarface,
John Lydon,
L. Decosne,
Section 25,
The Vogues,
The Gories,
Jeff Lynne,
La Düsseldorf,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Flesh Eaters,
JFA,
Kaleidoscope,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Masters at Work,
Chrome,
Nico,
Harry Pussy,
The Seeds,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.