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 Malaysia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 10cc 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
48th St. Collective,
The Moleskins,
Josef K,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Byron Stingily,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Christie,
Erykah Badu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gap Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Television Personalities,
Unrelated Segments,
Althea and Donna,
Tim Buckley,
Blossom Toes,
Alison Limerick,
Marmalade,
Leonard Cohen,
Bootsy Collins,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Pus,
Nico,
Vladislav Delay,
Judy Mowatt,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stockholm Monsters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Golliwogs,
The Residents,
Morten Harket,
Spandau Ballet,
Cameo,
the Association,
Negative Approach,
Swans,
Make Up,
Blancmange,
Circle Jerks,
Tres Demented,
Flash Fearless,
Loose Ends,
Nik Kershaw,
Aswad,
Buzzcocks,
The Invisible,
Curtis Mayfield,
Amon Düül,
Andrew Hill,
Gabor Szabo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cramps,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Modern Lovers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
K-Klass,
The Searchers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.