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 Macedonia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Lou Reed 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 Tres Demented to the techno 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Circle Jerks,
Camouflage,
the Germs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Peter & Gordon,
Scratch Acid,
a-ha,
Kerri Chandler,
Arab on Radar,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang Starr,
R.M.O.,
The Slackers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
June of 44,
Das Ding,
Hot Snakes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Shoche,
Subhumans,
Laurel Aitken,
Alton Ellis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tears for Fears,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Toasters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jeru the Damaja,
Archie Shepp,
New Order,
David McCallum,
Deakin,
The Monks,
Dave Gahan,
Dawn Penn,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stiv Bators,
The Doors,
Marc Almond,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dead Boys,
ABC,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eddi Front,
Mo-Dettes,
Tres Demented,
Flash Fearless,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Technova,
Von Mondo,
Soulsonic Force,
Supertramp,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Funky Four + One,
kango's stein massive,
the Slits,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Reed,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.