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 Eritrea and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Con Funk Shun,
Sound Behaviour,
X-Ray Spex,
The Tremeloes,
Crooked Eye,
Yellowson,
Flash Fearless,
Ohio Players,
Livin' Joy,
Freddie Wadling,
Yusef Lateef,
Public Enemy,
Barry Ungar,
Arthur Verocai,
Subhumans,
Fear,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wire,
Black Sheep,
The Gladiators,
Gang of Four,
Tropical Tobacco,
Peter & Gordon,
Isaac Hayes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gichy Dan,
The Fortunes,
Massinfluence,
Gang Gang Dance,
Maleditus Sound,
JFA,
Scott Walker,
Organ,
Unrelated Segments,
Jerry's Kids,
F. McDonald,
Cheater Slicks,
The Standells,
Model 500,
Roxette,
Franke,
Nik Kershaw,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Sherman,
the Germs,
Q65,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Blues Magoos,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Buckinghams,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Angry Samoans,
Banda Bassotti,
Shoche,
Liliput,
The Trojans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Malaria!,
Lalo Schifrin,
Icehouse,
Ornette Coleman,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.