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 Jordan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Letta Mbulu to the punk 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eric B and Rakim,
Suicide,
Radiohead,
Juan Atkins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Magazine,
The Toasters,
The Cramps,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grauzone,
Lalann,
Vladislav Delay,
Model 500,
Yellowson,
The Slits,
Cheater Slicks,
Joe Finger,
The Shadows of Knight,
Supertramp,
Black Pus,
The Fortunes,
Todd Terry,
Los Fastidios,
Tim Buckley,
Peter & Gordon,
The Moleskins,
Talk Talk,
Jerry's Kids,
B.T. Express,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Laurel Aitken,
X-Ray Spex,
Moby Grape,
Ludus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Electric Prunes,
Dark Day,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Moss Icon,
The Walker Brothers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barrington Levy,
Skaos,
Cluster,
Ice-T,
Fat Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Nick Fraelich,
Camberwell Now,
Cal Tjader,
The Happenings,
The Moody Blues,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Section 25,
Sam Rivers,
Masters at Work,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bluetip,
Arcadia,
New Age Steppers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.