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 New Zealand and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Glenn Branca to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pussy Galore,
Nik Kershaw,
The Buckinghams,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fortunes,
The Martian,
Massinfluence,
The Blackbyrds,
Rosa Yemen,
Nation of Ulysses,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Byrd,
June Days,
Connie Case,
Kerri Chandler,
Pulsallama,
Lebanon Hanover,
Judy Mowatt,
The Trojans,
The Durutti Column,
The Names,
Hasil Adkins,
Ponytail,
The Music Machine,
Gichy Dan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Zapp,
Swell Maps,
Yazoo,
The Tremeloes,
Funkadelic,
Interpol,
Alphaville,
Black Sheep,
Mo-Dettes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Soft Cell,
The Count Five,
Negative Approach,
Barry Ungar,
Wire,
Drive Like Jehu,
Josef K,
Mark Hollis,
Qualms,
Wolf Eyes,
Boogie Down Productions,
CMW,
The Moody Blues,
Bad Manners,
Drexciya,
Flipper,
Aloha Tigers,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Offenders,
Bill Wells,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Standells,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.