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 Andorra and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Masters at Work to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
The Human League,
Aaron Thompson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Holt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pagans,
Toni Rubio,
Sugar Minott,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang Green,
Grandmaster Flash,
MDC,
Anakelly,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mary Jane Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Magma,
Banda Bassotti,
A Certain Ratio,
Porter Ricks,
This Heat,
The Skatalites,
Massinfluence,
Mars,
Interpol,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Parry Music,
Lyres,
The Cosmic Jokers,
MC5,
Stiv Bators,
The Buckinghams,
Joe Finger,
Animal Collective,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Germs,
Lalann,
OOIOO,
Jawbox,
Scratch Acid,
Fad Gadget,
Outsiders,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bush Tetras,
Glambeats Corp.,
Das Ding,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Sonics,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Todd Terry,
Newcleus,
Lungfish,
The Misunderstood,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.