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 Mozambique and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 Pussy Galore to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Sex Pistols,
DJ Sneak,
Brand Nubian,
The Kinks,
B.T. Express,
LL Cool J,
Underground Resistance,
Sun Ra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Siglo XX,
the Slits,
Erasure,
Severed Heads,
Can,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roxy Music,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Blancmange,
Swell Maps,
Niagra,
Minnie Riperton,
Marshall Jefferson,
Carl Craig,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Doors,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eli Mardock,
Public Enemy,
Bill Wells,
The Mojo Men,
Deadbeat,
Metal Thangz,
Godley & Creme,
Yellowson,
Minor Threat,
Robert Hood,
The Dead C,
Sarah Menescal,
Toni Rubio,
Mary Jane Girls,
New Order,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Liliput,
the Normal,
Jeff Mills,
Motorama,
Supertramp,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Misunderstood,
Cymande,
Thompson Twins,
Yazoo,
Eddi Front,
Tom Boy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DJ Style,
Surgeon,
The Red Krayola,
Bob Dylan,
D'Angelo,
Nils Olav,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.