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 Austria 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Knickerbockers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Sound Behaviour,
The Golliwogs,
Interpol,
Skaos,
Rhythm & Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The New Christs,
June Days,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Flash Fearless,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Christie,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Angry Samoans,
Rakim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Derrick Morgan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Moebius,
Bob Dylan,
DJ Style,
The Toasters,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Womack,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dark Day,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang Green,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Remains,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sugar Minott,
Marmalade,
Model 500,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ossler,
Ponytail,
The Zeros,
Nas,
Heaven 17,
Crash Course in Science,
Terrestrial Tones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Skatalites,
Kurtis Blow,
D'Angelo,
Crime,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultravox,
Amazonics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kas Product,
Television,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Absolute Body Control,
DNA,
Electric Prunes,
The Associates,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.