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 Guyana and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Public Enemy to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
The Zeros,
The Blackbyrds,
Boogie Down Productions,
Glenn Branca,
David Axelrod,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
ABBA,
Delta 5,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Quadrant,
Radiohead,
Country Teasers,
Theoretical Girls,
Marmalade,
Grey Daturas,
Los Fastidios,
Rites of Spring,
Faraquet,
Schoolly D,
The Martian,
Urselle,
Gang Gang Dance,
DJ Sneak,
Bad Manners,
Animal Collective,
Guru Guru,
The Tremeloes,
Gong,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Associates,
Leonard Cohen,
Royal Trux,
Mandrill,
Rapeman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Juan Atkins,
China Crisis,
The Star Department,
Harry Pussy,
The Selecter,
The Count Five,
Loose Ends,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-102,
Bang On A Can,
Laurel Aitken,
Talk Talk,
Organ,
the Bar-Kays,
Prince Buster,
The Happenings,
The Remains,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eric Copeland,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cybotron,
Roxette,
Mantronix,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.