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 Uruguay and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet 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 Unrelated Segments to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
The Busters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fortunes,
The Litter,
Toni Rubio,
Marine Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
The Index,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lower 48,
Country Teasers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Happenings,
Moss Icon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blossom Toes,
Morten Harket,
The Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gap Band,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Christie,
Andrew Hill,
Bill Near,
Thompson Twins,
Jacob Miller,
Visage,
Dave Gahan,
Jacques Brel,
Wire,
Grauzone,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ken Boothe,
the Normal,
Mad Mike,
Isaac Hayes,
Angry Samoans,
Bush Tetras,
Essential Logic,
Alphaville,
Wolf Eyes,
Eurythmics,
The Raincoats,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camberwell Now,
The Blackbyrds,
Oblivians,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Human League,
The Cure,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wasted Youth,
Technova,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Pretty Things,
Bizarre Inc.,
Boz Scaggs,
Reuben Wilson,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.