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 Bulgaria and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wasted Youth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dennis Brown,
CMW,
Big Daddy Kane,
Main Source,
Marmalade,
Sister Nancy,
The Selecter,
Matthew Bourne,
UT,
Popol Vuh,
Black Sheep,
The Buckinghams,
Dave Gahan,
Echospace,
The Zeros,
Ossler,
Chrome,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Vogues,
D'Angelo,
The Residents,
Quantec,
Grandmaster Flash,
Todd Rundgren,
Morten Harket,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Smiths,
Nick Fraelich,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Birthday Party,
David Bowie,
Kevin Saunderson,
Reagan Youth,
Camouflage,
Oneida,
The Grass Roots,
Y Pants,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Theoretical Girls,
Little Man,
Cybotron,
Judy Mowatt,
Kaleidoscope,
Yazoo,
Jacob Miller,
the Association,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Vladislav Delay,
The Remains,
Buzzcocks,
Jeff Mills,
Underground Resistance,
Minor Threat,
10cc,
DJ Sneak,
Prince Buster,
T.S.O.L.,
Henry Cow,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.