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 Colombia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 The Smoke to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Thompson Twins,
The Doors,
Tears for Fears,
Negative Approach,
Danielle Patucci,
L. Decosne,
Tomorrow,
Subhumans,
Jeff Mills,
ABBA,
Suicide,
Country Teasers,
Deepchord,
Morten Harket,
Nils Olav,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Maurizio,
Ornette Coleman,
Joensuu 1685,
Flipper,
Sugar Minott,
Brass Construction,
Crooked Eye,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lungfish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Dave Clark Five,
Underground Resistance,
MDC,
Absolute Body Control,
Crash Course in Science,
Jeru the Damaja,
Whodini,
ABC,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sandy B,
LL Cool J,
The Gladiators,
The Fall,
The Electric Prunes,
Kenny Larkin,
Dark Day,
The Monks,
Colin Newman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Audionom,
The Smoke,
Ludus,
Cal Tjader,
Pantytec,
The Wake,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wings,
Niagra,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Pus,
Robert Hood,
David McCallum,
Livin' Joy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.