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 Mauritius and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the dance 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yaz,
Rapeman,
Moebius,
The Beau Brummels,
The Zeros,
The Happenings,
Tubeway Army,
Stereo Dub,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Slick Rick,
H. Thieme,
Mr. Review,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cure,
Eurythmics,
Circle Jerks,
Boredoms,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Carl Craig,
The Misunderstood,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Reed,
Blancmange,
Flipper,
Pantytec,
Dave Gahan,
Wally Richardson,
Judy Mowatt,
The Associates,
Reagan Youth,
Kaleidoscope,
Wasted Youth,
Gong,
The Fuzztones,
The Last Poets,
Sarah Menescal,
Ituana,
Michelle Simonal,
Monolake,
Porter Ricks,
Rosa Yemen,
The Toasters,
Unwound,
Outsiders,
cv313,
Nation of Ulysses,
X-102,
Marshall Jefferson,
Procol Harum,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bill Near,
Deepchord,
Radiopuhelimet,
Absolute Body Control,
Zapp,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Sherman,
Skaos,
The Birthday Party,
David McCallum,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.