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 Andorra and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Holger Czukay 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 Brass Construction 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Matthew Halsall,
Main Source,
Alphaville,
Graham Central Station,
Erykah Badu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Smog,
David Axelrod,
Dave Gahan,
The Birthday Party,
The American Breed,
KRS-One,
The Litter,
Josef K,
Mission of Burma,
Television,
The Sound,
Schoolly D,
Kenny Larkin,
Harpers Bizarre,
48th St. Collective,
The Neon Judgement,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bauhaus,
The Motions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
These Immortal Souls,
Joensuu 1685,
Pole,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soft Machine,
Arcadia,
Soft Cell,
Jeff Lynne,
Angry Samoans,
Oneida,
The Smiths,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Spoonie Gee,
Ken Boothe,
Sam Rivers,
Rites of Spring,
The Gories,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultra Naté,
Theoretical Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
Harmonia,
CMW,
Masters at Work,
The Dirtbombs,
Slave,
Buzzcocks,
Kerri Chandler,
Fatback Band,
The New Christs,
Avey Tare,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.