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 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 Spandau Ballet to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Severed Heads,
Barrington Levy,
Model 500,
Ice-T,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scrapy,
Bootsy Collins,
The Slits,
Scratch Acid,
Aswad,
Rapeman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Idris Muhammad,
Laurel Aitken,
One Last Wish,
Inner City,
Wire,
Gastr Del Sol,
Don Cherry,
Cecil Taylor,
Infiniti,
Sandy B,
Swans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Sheep,
Sight & Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
The Real Kids,
Blossom Toes,
Reagan Youth,
La Düsseldorf,
Joyce Sims,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ronan,
Tom Boy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Slackers,
The Velvet Underground,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Clear Light,
Stiv Bators,
The Moody Blues,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Selecter,
Desert Stars,
Alice Coltrane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jeff Lynne,
Pussy Galore,
The Golliwogs,
Electric Prunes,
The Gap Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The J.B.'s,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.