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 San Marino and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Shuggie Otis to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Stereo Dub,
Minor Threat,
Essential Logic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Make Up,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Chrome,
Delta 5,
Toni Rubio,
New Age Steppers,
Fluxion,
Gang Starr,
Television Personalities,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cymande,
Clear Light,
The Litter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Agitation Free,
The Techniques,
the Human League,
Eric Dolphy,
The Human League,
Public Enemy,
Letta Mbulu,
Brand Nubian,
Pussy Galore,
The Smiths,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Barracudas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Darondo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Infiniti,
Interpol,
Heaven 17,
Thee Headcoats,
Roxy Music,
Oblivians,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wire,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fuzztones,
Qualms,
Animal Collective,
Mary Jane Girls,
Severed Heads,
Nico,
The Star Department,
KRS-One,
The Stooges,
Duran Duran,
MDC,
Grauzone,
H. Thieme,
David McCallum,
The Grass Roots,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.