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 India and from Bologna.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
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 Donald Fagen 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 Skatalites to the rap 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '80s 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 U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
H. Thieme,
Deepchord,
Tomorrow,
The Happenings,
Nation of Ulysses,
KRS-One,
Reuben Wilson,
The Litter,
Grey Daturas,
Magma,
Scan 7,
The Move,
The Grass Roots,
The Cure,
kango's stein massive,
The Golliwogs,
Isaac Hayes,
The Beau Brummels,
Excepter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Matthew Bourne,
Chrome,
Motorama,
Byron Stingily,
Traffic Nightmare,
48th St. Collective,
The Victims,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Sherman,
Circle Jerks,
cv313,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eli Mardock,
Stockholm Monsters,
The American Breed,
Radiohead,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Altered Images,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ralphi Rosario,
Chris & Cosey,
Jeff Lynne,
Shoche,
Sixth Finger,
Scientists,
The Count Five,
B.T. Express,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Christie,
CMW,
Moebius,
Harpers Bizarre,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Arab on Radar,
JFA,
The Tremeloes,
Outsiders,
Public Enemy,
Los Fastidios,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.