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 Samoa and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Television to the grunge 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Mars,
James White and The Blacks,
Excepter,
Ohio Players,
The Seeds,
Rosa Yemen,
Absolute Body Control,
Grey Daturas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Youth Brigade,
Todd Terry,
Panda Bear,
Sam Rivers,
B.T. Express,
Ronan,
Isaac Hayes,
Malaria!,
Kaleidoscope,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gichy Dan,
Qualms,
Pierre Henry,
The Busters,
the Association,
Agent Orange,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Schoolly D,
Metal Thangz,
Toni Rubio,
Tears for Fears,
Hardrive,
Urselle,
Marvin Gaye,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Remains,
Hashim,
Vainqueur,
Byron Stingily,
Inner City,
Oneida,
Second Layer,
Flipper,
David McCallum,
the Soft Cell,
The Fortunes,
Radio Birdman,
The Red Krayola,
Outsiders,
The Moody Blues,
Popol Vuh,
The Mojo Men,
Technova,
Pantytec,
These Immortal Souls,
Kayak,
Juan Atkins,
Little Man,
The Move,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.