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 Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the grime 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Alton Ellis,
Mission of Burma,
Bill Wells,
The Victims,
The Standells,
Kerri Chandler,
Zero Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Subhumans,
Groovy Waters,
Radiohead,
Soft Cell,
Ponytail,
James White and The Blacks,
The Skatalites,
Nation of Ulysses,
Erasure,
Maurizio,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Monks,
New Order,
The Zeros,
Grey Daturas,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ohio Players,
Audionom,
Lungfish,
Agent Orange,
Camouflage,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eddi Front,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Glambeats Corp.,
David McCallum,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minny Pops,
Ludus,
Television,
Robert Wyatt,
Amazonics,
Moss Icon,
Reagan Youth,
Au Pairs,
Derrick May,
Gong,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Moon,
Robert Hood,
The United States of America,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crime,
Throbbing Gristle,
Judy Mowatt,
Public Enemy,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.