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 France and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 Desert Stars to the punk 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marvin Gaye,
Rekid,
Qualms,
Barry Ungar,
Fad Gadget,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Cale,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joe Finger,
The Cure,
Buzzcocks,
Trumans Water,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brand Nubian,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grauzone,
Symarip,
The Moleskins,
Reuben Wilson,
The Mummies,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jeru the Damaja,
Judy Mowatt,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Associates,
Shoche,
Lucky Dragons,
The United States of America,
Japan,
Metal Thangz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aaron Thompson,
Clear Light,
MDC,
Electric Prunes,
Blake Baxter,
Eric Dolphy,
Procol Harum,
Easy Going,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Monolake,
Malaria!,
Outsiders,
The Stooges,
Harry Pussy,
Nirvana,
Tubeway Army,
Bronski Beat,
Joyce Sims,
Albert Ayler,
Silicon Teens,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Talk Talk,
Mad Mike,
Amazonics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.