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 Togo and from Philadelphia.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Make Up 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Toni Rubio,
Sixth Finger,
Lebanon Hanover,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Sherman,
Neil Young,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
B.T. Express,
Stereo Dub,
Brand Nubian,
Ronnie Foster,
Sandy B,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Last Poets,
In Retrospect,
Shuggie Otis,
The Zeros,
Nils Olav,
Pulsallama,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cure,
Pere Ubu,
Fugazi,
Public Image Ltd.,
The United States of America,
The Beau Brummels,
Hardrive,
Tom Boy,
E-Dancer,
Absolute Body Control,
The Slits,
Loose Ends,
Graham Central Station,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Eurythmics,
Fatback Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kaleidoscope,
The Trojans,
Roxy Music,
the Sonics,
Kerrie Biddell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Can,
Lou Christie,
Radiohead,
Sällskapet,
The Divine Comedy,
Barry Ungar,
Los Fastidios,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.