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 Tanzania and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 The Searchers to the funk 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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
The Slackers,
Adolescents,
Sarah Menescal,
Circle Jerks,
The Searchers,
Althea and Donna,
Skaos,
Guru Guru,
Jacques Brel,
Parry Music,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultra Naté,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brand Nubian,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cymande,
Joe Finger,
Minnie Riperton,
Jacob Miller,
Fear,
Pantytec,
Hashim,
Sugar Minott,
Mantronix,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roxette,
Ronnie Foster,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Sound,
Alphaville,
R.M.O.,
Motorama,
the Human League,
The Stooges,
Steve Hackett,
The Monks,
Nik Kershaw,
Wolf Eyes,
Visage,
B.T. Express,
Aaron Thompson,
Graham Central Station,
David Bowie,
Magma,
Patti Smith,
Jeff Mills,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Human League,
Procol Harum,
Arthur Verocai,
Tommy Roe,
The Standells,
Reagan Youth,
Talk Talk,
Terrestrial Tones,
U.S. Maple,
Massinfluence,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Urselle,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Quantec,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.