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 Azerbaijan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
The New Christs,
La Düsseldorf,
Patti Smith,
Skarface,
Gang Starr,
Animal Collective,
The Selecter,
the Association,
Au Pairs,
Metal Thangz,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Mojo Men,
Yaz,
Marine Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
Scrapy,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fortunes,
Josef K,
The Smiths,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nirvana,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lakeside,
Funky Four + One,
The Doors,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Neon Judgement,
Bootsy Collins,
Thompson Twins,
Darondo,
John Coltrane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
T.S.O.L.,
Bluetip,
Guru Guru,
T. Rex,
Lucky Dragons,
Scientists,
Index,
In Retrospect,
Donny Hathaway,
The Young Rascals,
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare,
Jeff Mills,
The Monochrome Set,
The Music Machine,
The Litter,
JFA,
Be Bop Deluxe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Basic Channel,
EPMD,
Das Ding,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Flash Fearless,
Sound Behaviour,
Quadrant,
Joey Negro,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Remains,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.