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 Bangladesh and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Joey Negro to the techno 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Barracudas,
Sam Rivers,
Harry Pussy,
Barrington Levy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Infiniti,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Blancmange,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lalann,
Lindisfarne,
Thee Headcoats,
Sun City Girls,
Mad Mike,
Deepchord,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Boz Scaggs,
Reagan Youth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Simply Red,
Chris Corsano,
Zero Boys,
Funkadelic,
The J.B.'s,
the Swans,
Amon Düül II,
Davy DMX,
Ronan,
The Saints,
Schoolly D,
Los Fastidios,
Kurtis Blow,
Make Up,
Hardrive,
The Tremeloes,
Bang On A Can,
Grauzone,
Suicide,
Con Funk Shun,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang Starr,
Altered Images,
U.S. Maple,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Slackers,
Camouflage,
Grey Daturas,
In Retrospect,
Freddie Wadling,
Duran Duran,
Gang Green,
Max Romeo,
Q65,
Spandau Ballet,
Faraquet,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.