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 Barbados and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba 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 Flipper to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
The Selecter,
EPMD,
DJ Sneak,
Josef K,
The Smiths,
Wasted Youth,
Fad Gadget,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Echospace,
The Last Poets,
Erasure,
Gabor Szabo,
Grey Daturas,
Moby Grape,
Bauhaus,
The Golliwogs,
Popol Vuh,
Skarface,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Duran Duran,
Little Man,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Symarip,
Pylon,
The Names,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Max Romeo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scion,
Ultra Naté,
The Black Dice,
CMW,
Loose Ends,
LL Cool J,
Flamin' Groovies,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Massinfluence,
Todd Terry,
The Slits,
Electric Prunes,
Eden Ahbez,
Ronan,
Quadrant,
The Fortunes,
Mad Mike,
B.T. Express,
Robert Görl,
Brand Nubian,
Minutemen,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Alison Limerick,
Roxy Music,
Suicide,
Camberwell Now,
the Slits,
Al Stewart,
Pere Ubu,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.