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 Poland and from Calgary.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Scion to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Sparks,
Excepter,
Mark Hollis,
Talk Talk,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eve St. Jones,
Metal Thangz,
The Litter,
L. Decosne,
Rotary Connection,
Johnny Osbourne,
Niagra,
Parry Music,
Bootsy Collins,
Hot Snakes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bronski Beat,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Slackers,
AZ,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun City Girls,
In Retrospect,
Mr. Review,
Dead Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gun Club,
Bush Tetras,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Pretty Things,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Moon,
Tears for Fears,
Hoover,
The Neon Judgement,
OOIOO,
Sugar Minott,
Jeff Lynne,
Organ,
The Kinks,
Unrelated Segments,
Skarface,
Desert Stars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Motorama,
Yellowson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Anakelly,
The Count Five,
Rapeman,
the Association,
Howard Jones,
The Names,
Underground Resistance,
The Toasters,
Fat Boys,
The Fall,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soft Cell,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.