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 Brunei and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gang Gang Dance to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Rod Modell,
Swans,
The Remains,
Danielle Patucci,
Matthew Bourne,
Camouflage,
Aswad,
Cybotron,
Unwound,
The Fire Engines,
The Fuzztones,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Suburban Knight,
Eric Dolphy,
Brand Nubian,
The Shadows of Knight,
James Chance & The Contortions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Junior Murvin,
The Fall,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Flag,
Crooked Eye,
T. Rex,
Johnny Osbourne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed,
Vladislav Delay,
Absolute Body Control,
Deadbeat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Arcadia,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hashim,
Boogie Down Productions,
Robert Wyatt,
Pierre Henry,
Brass Construction,
Drive Like Jehu,
Moebius,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minny Pops,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camberwell Now,
The Trojans,
Easy Going,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Sun City Girls,
Bill Near,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Invisible,
Colin Newman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.