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 Saudi Arabia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Altered Images to the disco 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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
The Young Rascals,
Magazine,
Fluxion,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Peter & Gordon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Masters at Work,
Marvin Gaye,
Deepchord,
La Düsseldorf,
Kenny Larkin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Maurizio,
Symarip,
Mars,
Trumans Water,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cure,
Idris Muhammad,
Dawn Penn,
Infiniti,
Desert Stars,
Yusef Lateef,
Hashim,
The Raincoats,
the Germs,
Todd Rundgren,
Motorama,
Boredoms,
Flipper,
Derrick Morgan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
B.T. Express,
Scratch Acid,
Aural Exciters,
Danielle Patucci,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
James White and The Blacks,
Eve St. Jones,
Erasure,
Jeff Lynne,
Wolf Eyes,
Hasil Adkins,
Altered Images,
Pantytec,
The Monochrome Set,
The Velvet Underground,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Simply Red,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jeff Mills,
Gang of Four,
Rakim,
Moebius,
The Mummies,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.