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 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 ABC to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Au Pairs,
R.M.O.,
The Durutti Column,
Shoche,
Das Ding,
FM Einheit,
New Age Steppers,
UT,
Simply Red,
Blancmange,
The Birthday Party,
Kenny Larkin,
Dennis Brown,
Hashim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Moleskins,
Spandau Ballet,
CMW,
the Human League,
Warren Ellis,
The Velvet Underground,
Joe Finger,
Soul II Soul,
The Names,
Moss Icon,
Los Fastidios,
K-Klass,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Remains,
Pussy Galore,
Q65,
Gabor Szabo,
Ken Boothe,
Marcia Griffiths,
Robert Hood,
Franke,
Mars,
Urselle,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Toasters,
DJ Style,
Arcadia,
Funkadelic,
Lou Christie,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nas,
Andrew Hill,
Kaleidoscope,
Desert Stars,
Alphaville,
The Index,
Eve St. Jones,
Lightning Bolt,
Peter and Kerry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Selecter,
The Offenders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
E-Dancer,
The Star Department,
Fela Kuti,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.