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 Kyrgyzstan and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
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 snare 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 Ken Boothe to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '50s 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 Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Black Sheep,
The Black Dice,
Country Teasers,
Davy DMX,
Roxette,
Derrick May,
Nico,
Rotary Connection,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Real Kids,
Ten City,
Angry Samoans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ken Boothe,
The Monochrome Set,
Talk Talk,
Subhumans,
Leonard Cohen,
Joe Smooth,
Yusef Lateef,
Ossler,
Parry Music,
Jawbox,
Skaos,
Depeche Mode,
The Mummies,
The Trojans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ituana,
Cybotron,
Aural Exciters,
Bill Wells,
Todd Terry,
Pussy Galore,
Lungfish,
Massinfluence,
Crooked Eye,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Offenders,
Clear Light,
Glambeats Corp.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Half Japanese,
New Age Steppers,
Urselle,
Arab on Radar,
Patti Smith,
Dead Boys,
Henry Cow,
Danielle Patucci,
Mars,
Blake Baxter,
Little Man,
Bill Near,
Morten Harket,
Joyce Sims,
Susan Cadogan,
Mark Hollis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mission of Burma,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.