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 Malta and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 David Bowie 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 Delta 5 to the disco 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Babytalk,
Al Stewart,
Cameo,
Nils Olav,
Pet Shop Boys,
Byron Stingily,
Essential Logic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Magma,
Underground Resistance,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tim Buckley,
The Fuzztones,
Tom Boy,
Rod Modell,
E-Dancer,
Ken Boothe,
Matthew Bourne,
Buzzcocks,
Arthur Verocai,
MC5,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Animal Collective,
Mission of Burma,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fear,
Pharoah Sanders,
Thompson Twins,
Maurizio,
Subhumans,
The Moody Blues,
Joensuu 1685,
Minnie Riperton,
Organ,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nick Fraelich,
Circle Jerks,
Lindisfarne,
Ornette Coleman,
X-101,
Moss Icon,
The Blues Magoos,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Con Funk Shun,
the Fania All-Stars,
Iggy Pop,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Parry Music,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Zapp,
Amazonics,
Lee Hazlewood,
Loose Ends,
Terrestrial Tones,
Colin Newman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.