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 Mozambique and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
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 oboe 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 Dave Gahan to the jazz 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
ABBA,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Schoolly D,
Cybotron,
Robert Hood,
Black Pus,
The Names,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jawbox,
Infiniti,
The Gories,
Anakelly,
Cymande,
MDC,
Sexual Harrassment,
Funky Four + One,
Freddie Wadling,
The Dead C,
R.M.O.,
Agent Orange,
Michelle Simonal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Television Personalities,
Malaria!,
Aloha Tigers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wally Richardson,
The Beau Brummels,
Frankie Knuckles,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nick Fraelich,
DJ Style,
John Lydon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang Green,
the Soft Cell,
Zero Boys,
Suicide,
Flash Fearless,
Warsaw,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joey Negro,
Magma,
DNA,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Monks,
X-102,
Peter and Kerry,
F. McDonald,
Wolf Eyes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stereo Dub,
U.S. Maple,
Main Source,
The Residents,
The Blues Magoos,
Niagra,
Das Ding,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.