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 Moldova and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar 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 K-Klass to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roxy Music,
Godley & Creme,
Main Source,
Tropical Tobacco,
Judy Mowatt,
Bluetip,
Crispian St. Peters,
Letta Mbulu,
Von Mondo,
The Cramps,
Bootsy Collins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Saints,
The Litter,
Dennis Brown,
Harmonia,
David McCallum,
Ice-T,
Panda Bear,
Mission of Burma,
Pagans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sonic Youth,
Patti Smith,
Angry Samoans,
Rapeman,
Gong,
Mars,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mary Jane Girls,
F. McDonald,
Black Pus,
Bronski Beat,
Tears for Fears,
Excepter,
Eric Copeland,
Banda Bassotti,
Stiv Bators,
World's Most,
Outsiders,
Joey Negro,
LL Cool J,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Motions,
Lightning Bolt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Babytalk,
Reagan Youth,
Stereo Dub,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Inner City,
Warsaw,
ABC,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Radiohead,
Laurel Aitken,
New Age Steppers,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.