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 Ecuador and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Yazoo to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Joyce Sims,
The Doors,
The Modern Lovers,
The Human League,
L. Decosne,
Roy Ayers,
Public Enemy,
The Cowsills,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soul II Soul,
Simply Red,
The Mojo Men,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Metal Thangz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tim Buckley,
Camouflage,
Dead Boys,
The Gun Club,
Arab on Radar,
Freddie Wadling,
The Wake,
Von Mondo,
The Selecter,
Altered Images,
Procol Harum,
Lalann,
Audionom,
Blake Baxter,
Model 500,
Dave Gahan,
Brothers Johnson,
Make Up,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Victims,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cybotron,
Traffic Nightmare,
Judy Mowatt,
The Dead C,
Dual Sessions,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fugs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moebius,
Easy Going,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eve St. Jones,
Jacques Brel,
This Heat,
Bauhaus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wasted Youth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jacob Miller,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.