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 Congo and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 David Bowie 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
John Cale,
Mr. Review,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gories,
A Certain Ratio,
Average White Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cowsills,
Michelle Simonal,
Moby Grape,
Inner City,
Fugazi,
One Last Wish,
Neu!,
Yusef Lateef,
The Sonics,
Joe Finger,
The Birthday Party,
The Zeros,
Jimmy McGriff,
U.S. Maple,
Rakim,
the Sonics,
Panda Bear,
PIL,
10cc,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Matthew Bourne,
Arab on Radar,
Sparks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang Green,
Terry Callier,
Rosa Yemen,
The Standells,
Lou Christie,
Q and Not U,
Blancmange,
Reagan Youth,
Rotary Connection,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bronski Beat,
Suicide,
Buzzcocks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kaleidoscope,
Radiohead,
The Tremeloes,
Pagans,
The Fall,
Davy DMX,
Loose Ends,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gong,
DJ Style,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.