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 Belgium and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Joe Smooth to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pantytec,
Subhumans,
Make Up,
Inner City,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
June Days,
The Sound,
the Slits,
Porter Ricks,
Liliput,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
David Axelrod,
B.T. Express,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kaleidoscope,
UT,
China Crisis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Susan Cadogan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Delon & Dalcan,
Donny Hathaway,
Sandy B,
Scientists,
Derrick Morgan,
X-102,
Todd Rundgren,
These Immortal Souls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scan 7,
Unwound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hot Snakes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Wake,
Depeche Mode,
Infiniti,
Joensuu 1685,
cv313,
Janne Schatter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Panda Bear,
Kevin Saunderson,
Oneida,
Lee Hazlewood,
Agent Orange,
Althea and Donna,
Peter and Kerry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Mojo Men,
Wally Richardson,
Barclay James Harvest,
U.S. Maple,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.