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 South Africa and from London.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare 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 The Kinks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Amazonics,
Fad Gadget,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Zapp,
Donald Byrd,
Inner City,
Crime,
The Offenders,
Make Up,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ituana,
Pierre Henry,
David Bowie,
Isaac Hayes,
the Germs,
Dead Boys,
Half Japanese,
Negative Approach,
Howard Jones,
Sandy B,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Chris Corsano,
Jacques Brel,
Moss Icon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rod Modell,
The Velvet Underground,
Tres Demented,
The Alarm Clocks,
Toni Rubio,
June of 44,
The Fall,
Carl Craig,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Judy Mowatt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roxy Music,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Audionom,
Minutemen,
The Durutti Column,
Desert Stars,
The New Christs,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Sherman,
Don Cherry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Saints,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Evens,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Cale,
The Busters,
Wire,
Ponytail,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.