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 Mongolia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar 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 Pet Shop Boys to the crunk 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Chris & Cosey,
R.M.O.,
Heaven 17,
Icehouse,
Judy Mowatt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Supertramp,
Goldenarms,
Schoolly D,
Dave Gahan,
Fad Gadget,
The Blackbyrds,
The American Breed,
Lyres,
Barrington Levy,
Desert Stars,
Roxy Music,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Au Pairs,
Darondo,
Blancmange,
The Red Krayola,
Juan Atkins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Donny Hathaway,
China Crisis,
Monolake,
Moebius,
Aswad,
Eve St. Jones,
Brothers Johnson,
Blossom Toes,
Brass Construction,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
La Düsseldorf,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radio Birdman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Clear Light,
Angry Samoans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Susan Cadogan,
Anakelly,
Kenny Larkin,
Flipper,
The Sonics,
The Trojans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Flamin' Groovies,
LL Cool J,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soulsonic Force,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kool Moe Dee,
B.T. Express,
Essential Logic,
Michelle Simonal,
Pulsallama,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.