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 Afghanistan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Gichy Dan,
The Gladiators,
Pierre Henry,
Dark Day,
Black Moon,
Niagra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Animal Collective,
The Shadows of Knight,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Theoretical Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Spoonie Gee,
The Blackbyrds,
Skarface,
Popol Vuh,
Babytalk,
Brass Construction,
Johnny Clarke,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Barracudas,
Young Marble Giants,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Skatalites,
Shuggie Otis,
T. Rex,
The Modern Lovers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Blake Baxter,
Joe Finger,
Swans,
The Mummies,
The Raincoats,
Crash Course in Science,
The Trojans,
Hashim,
Barrington Levy,
Visage,
Sun City Girls,
Masters at Work,
Kerrie Biddell,
DJ Sneak,
Rites of Spring,
Isaac Hayes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Archie Shepp,
Reuben Wilson,
Moebius,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jawbox,
Intrusion,
Delta 5,
Ice-T,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
KRS-One,
Flipper,
The Velvet Underground,
Fatback Band,
Country Teasers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.