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 Czech Republic and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 The Golliwogs to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
The Smoke,
Flash Fearless,
the Human League,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pulsallama,
Archie Shepp,
Agitation Free,
Ken Boothe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pussy Galore,
Jacques Brel,
The Associates,
Soulsonic Force,
X-Ray Spex,
Liliput,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gories,
Los Fastidios,
F. McDonald,
Skarface,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pagans,
Jacob Miller,
Buzzcocks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Smiths,
Letta Mbulu,
Soft Cell,
Little Man,
Tears for Fears,
The Star Department,
Tubeway Army,
Barrington Levy,
Anakelly,
Deadbeat,
Sound Behaviour,
Toni Rubio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Talk Talk,
Saccharine Trust,
the Bar-Kays,
The Standells,
Delta 5,
The Real Kids,
Country Teasers,
Surgeon,
Aswad,
The Neon Judgement,
Chris & Cosey,
T. Rex,
Fugazi,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alison Limerick,
Von Mondo,
Cluster,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.