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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Technova to the crunk 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
The Victims,
Minor Threat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kerri Chandler,
The J.B.'s,
Kenny Larkin,
DJ Style,
The Remains,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Maleditus Sound,
Pulsallama,
David McCallum,
Japan,
Alton Ellis,
Sister Nancy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hoover,
the Soft Cell,
Smog,
Amazonics,
Minutemen,
Gang Gang Dance,
Los Fastidios,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crooked Eye,
the Sonics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Raincoats,
Bootsy Collins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Pus,
Lucky Dragons,
Duran Duran,
Warren Ellis,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Germs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Junior Murvin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Simply Red,
Half Japanese,
Nik Kershaw,
Cymande,
Crispy Ambulance,
Moss Icon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Byrd,
Blancmange,
Adolescents,
Basic Channel,
Television,
Reuben Wilson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Quantec,
Yazoo,
Buzzcocks,
A Certain Ratio,
Fugazi,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.