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 Dominican Republic and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Associates to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop 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?
The Buckinghams,
The Birthday Party,
Q65,
The Residents,
The Pop Group,
Rhythm & Sound,
Amon Düül II,
Cybotron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mission of Burma,
Robert Hood,
KRS-One,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camouflage,
Gerry Rafferty,
Funky Four + One,
Absolute Body Control,
The Monks,
Lou Christie,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scratch Acid,
Rites of Spring,
Jeru the Damaja,
Negative Approach,
Fela Kuti,
Zero Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mad Mike,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bauhaus,
Todd Terry,
Al Stewart,
Groovy Waters,
Tom Boy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eden Ahbez,
La Düsseldorf,
Desert Stars,
Aural Exciters,
Bluetip,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Womack,
The Offenders,
Das Ding,
Derrick May,
Davy DMX,
The Zeros,
Slave,
Pere Ubu,
The United States of America,
Sex Pistols,
Fluxion,
Half Japanese,
Intrusion,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.