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 Norway and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Crispy Ambulance to the grime 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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?
Eddi Front,
Little Man,
Lalann,
The Fall,
Lower 48,
Wire,
The Alarm Clocks,
Malaria!,
The Gladiators,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Duran Duran,
Technova,
The Modern Lovers,
David McCallum,
the Bar-Kays,
Max Romeo,
New Order,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Flag,
The Moody Blues,
Colin Newman,
Soulsonic Force,
the Normal,
Q and Not U,
Altered Images,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Todd Rundgren,
X-Ray Spex,
The Moleskins,
Metal Thangz,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gap Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Todd Terry,
Hashim,
The Zeros,
Unrelated Segments,
Lyres,
Lightning Bolt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Monolake,
The Red Krayola,
Pulsallama,
The Offenders,
Deepchord,
Public Image Ltd.,
Guru Guru,
Soft Machine,
Crooked Eye,
Kenny Larkin,
F. McDonald,
Jacques Brel,
Reagan Youth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
ABC,
Donald Byrd,
Morten Harket,
Make Up,
The Invisible,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.