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 Malaysia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe 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 Ultramagnetic MC's 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
One Last Wish,
Con Funk Shun,
Q65,
Judy Mowatt,
Barrington Levy,
Joy Division,
Aaron Thompson,
New Age Steppers,
Gabor Szabo,
Sound Behaviour,
The Vogues,
A Certain Ratio,
Visage,
Agent Orange,
Kenny Larkin,
Roxette,
Altered Images,
The Fuzztones,
The Human League,
Echospace,
kango's stein massive,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lower 48,
The Smiths,
The Dead C,
Marmalade,
Flipper,
Public Enemy,
Little Man,
Fear,
The Gap Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jacques Brel,
The Grass Roots,
The Sonics,
Das Ding,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fela Kuti,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Average White Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cramps,
Malaria!,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Faraquet,
Vladislav Delay,
Joe Smooth,
Joe Finger,
James White and The Blacks,
Aloha Tigers,
The Black Dice,
Crispy Ambulance,
Zapp,
Eli Mardock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stetsasonic,
Steve Hackett,
Duran Duran,
Babytalk,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.