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 Belarus and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet 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 mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Q65,
Eric B and Rakim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cheater Slicks,
Amon Düül,
Susan Cadogan,
Todd Rundgren,
Minutemen,
Lindisfarne,
Fluxion,
The Selecter,
The Velvet Underground,
Todd Terry,
Davy DMX,
Tomorrow,
Subhumans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Saccharine Trust,
Babytalk,
Kaleidoscope,
Faraquet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Warren Ellis,
Niagra,
David McCallum,
New York Dolls,
Reuben Wilson,
Stetsasonic,
Pere Ubu,
The Invisible,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hashim,
OOIOO,
Bad Manners,
10cc,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skriet,
Barrington Levy,
Surgeon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gerry Rafferty,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Index,
Dorothy Ashby,
Henry Cow,
Avey Tare,
Au Pairs,
Isaac Hayes,
Yellowson,
Monks,
Matthew Bourne,
Adolescents,
Blancmange,
Public Enemy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Theoretical Girls,
ABBA,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lower 48,
David Bowie,
China Crisis,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.