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 Liberia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Nik Kershaw,
Davy DMX,
Curtis Mayfield,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Michelle Simonal,
The Motions,
Bluetip,
Eden Ahbez,
The Velvet Underground,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Hood,
Fear,
The Star Department,
Depeche Mode,
Mr. Review,
Eddi Front,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Anakelly,
Terrestrial Tones,
David McCallum,
The Pop Group,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skaos,
MDC,
Blake Baxter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scientists,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bill Wells,
Malaria!,
Marmalade,
Rosa Yemen,
Drexciya,
The Modern Lovers,
Matthew Bourne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Sheep,
Black Flag,
June Days,
Lebanon Hanover,
Henry Cow,
Mandrill,
The Monks,
Royal Trux,
Brothers Johnson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gichy Dan,
The Offenders,
The Red Krayola,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joe Smooth,
The Gun Club,
Radio Birdman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brand Nubian,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.