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 Sierra Leone and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 Make Up to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
The Names,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Christie,
John Foxx,
Stereo Dub,
Flash Fearless,
Unwound,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marmalade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fad Gadget,
Shuggie Otis,
Pulsallama,
Kaleidoscope,
Sparks,
Barclay James Harvest,
cv313,
The New Christs,
Tommy Roe,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Womack,
Terry Callier,
Dawn Penn,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Masters at Work,
Colin Newman,
Porter Ricks,
Siglo XX,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roxy Music,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Althea and Donna,
EPMD,
Desert Stars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rakim,
Electric Prunes,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bad Manners,
Thompson Twins,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Moleskins,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scan 7,
Basic Channel,
Ituana,
Public Enemy,
Bob Dylan,
Ultravox,
Bauhaus,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.